This worry, this flurry

This optional pressure to be

Something more than I should be

Just wanted to be happy

We move into slow-mo

I just want to keep you all

I kiss on your soul

It’s soft like dough

Now every time I see your face I fall into doom

Cover my eyes with bandaid-brand to stop seeing you

I’ll get better though, heal up from the fall

I’m spilling over your spoon, I’m getting real tall

 

Wait for your call like a dear in the phone light

Play a song— I’m on til you’re online

Say, so long, to the days on the dark side

And dream about what’s next in life