I'll cry on the bus as i make my escape
Your hands in mine, the regret comes too late
Selfish of me to wish the sky would erupt
In thunder and lightning, would that be enough
To halt, your discovery
You won't recognise me in a few months
I'm sure i'll be capsized, failing in the hunt
For anything to refrain, from ruining you
I'm so proud of you, that at least is true
To aid, your return to me
Blessed imagery, but i've no capacity
To ever really want to be, anywhere at all
To go, away somewhere soon
To halt, your discovery
To aid, your return to me