Present, Tense - Martha

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 fucking 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.