Текст песни Present, Tense - Martha

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.