Yes, I'm here And yes, as per, I feel weird A terrifying worry in the back of my head And it gets worse when you are near It's a subtle kind of tension A permanent suspension Every muscle in my body primed to snap With nervous apprehension Regretting the choices that we made You're either living six months into the future Or looking ten years into the past You're searching for answers In tough circumstances But I just need a moment that lasts Give me something that lasts You lost your lucky purple lighter On the Megabus to Brighton But on the way you read a zine that made you think You'd be a good Anarcho writer But not even Voltairine de Cleyre Could successfully get you there Without a list of aspirations gushing out of your pen As you stewed in that sticky chair Regretting the choices that we made You're wishing your life away Or longing for bygone days Oh would you give me a f**ing break? Cause they won't come back So give me something that lasts You're searching for answers in tough circumstances but I just need something that lasts So give me something that lasts