Don’t you worry baby
You haven’t lost me still
There are things that I’m holding onto
There’s still some time to kill
Just a little bit of crazy
Just a little bit of sad
I am not asking for a lot here, you know,
This much will almost do
This much has kept me here;
You don’t need to catch a falling me
You don’t need to wipe away my tears
Knowing that you are there is enough
Everything else, I will manage,
Everything else, I can take care of;
And don’t you worry about me baby
I’ve lived through much worse up there
My head has conspired against me,
But I am still here;
My head has conspired against me,
But I am still here.
The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m.
