Martha Present, Tense
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..cking 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
