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.