St John’s Wort

Hanging out down my street

Nothing to say, I think we're happy

Deferring all decisions to the back of my head

Nervous, scared, unawared - But I'll just go to bed

Saint John's Wort

Everyone shivers and everyone shakes

Under crippling anxieties in a construed world

solving things

No more solutions please, you ain't solving anything

When is a solution ever part of the solution?