Polaroid in the hall
Pale arms and a look that says it all
Rip the tape with my teeth put it on the wall
Like a 12 year old on a timely quest
With a postcard of Patti Smith and my hometown bridge
Did you know her daughter's a grief specialist
Maybe I should call her
We're not getting any younger
Are you gonna have a baby
At the hospital or in your house
Those early days seem so easy now
Married at first sight, milk me like a cow
PPOCD, it's all a big cloud
I underestimate my capacity for making lemonade
Big bear at the trash
Heart beats out of my hand I yell stay out
There's a room at the back of our hiding spot
You'll know it's locked if it's horizontal
I know it'll stop a feather from a bull
Baby bird, couldn't see past a fool
Newspaper cutting ripped out
Admit you were running but somehow found
Healing in hundreds of walks round the park
And a phone call on auto every Friday at noon
Slipping away incognito when she leaves the room
I'm piecing it together again
Nothing is lasting
