The fear of things
You can't control at all
The sense of dread
That comes before a fall
These things won't last
These things will pass
The coughs you've felt
And withheld in Lidl
The excesses you embrace
And nothing in the middle
These things won't last
These things will pass
The four or five
Seconds you steal back
When you wake up in the morning
For a moment you've forgotten
These things won't last
These things will pass
The you you lost
The doors that stop you breathing
The dedication to your bed
The motivation to do nothing
These things won't last
These things will pass
The perception of time
Moving on without you
The cities are alive
If you look at them on Google
These things won't last
These things will pass
The sleep you've lost
Your unrecognisable reflection
It turns out
That you're just not that interesting
These things won't last
These things will pass
And you can feel the weight of it
The linear is comforting
But you're safe
Like bacteria
On the backs
On the backs of your hands
You can feel
You can feel
The protection of the vulnerable
The beauty of applause
The rainbows in the windows
Everything is paused
The celebration of the workers
The crassness of the blame
The money comes from nowhere
Things will never be the same
You know that these things won't last
These things won't last
No these things won't last
These things will pass