Alchemisland

Woke up praying it was just a nightmare

That we broke up, had me broke up

I was emotional in cups

Bringing cuzzy in close for hugs

‘Cause he has to suffer my moods if he wants this buj

Patting my back, he was like hush hush

He reminded me to stand pat

Reminded me that now’s followed by after

Had me thinking about what’s in the bank

Pulled faces to try and induce laughter, in vain

I was detained by my sadness, willingly wearing reins

The throne’s empty but such a long reign leaves a hole

A slow song that’s either a night train’s baying

Filtered through the forests around Lonely Station

Or the death maiden’s crone-faced baby manifestation

The unmanned pram, neither dad

Nor mam, stooping to pick up the damning comb

Limping home

Like stubborn limpets the old damages alive again, presaging storm.