There’s a feeling in my chest
Mix of hope and panic
And a longing to be at rest
Never seems to happen when you’re here with me
Is there any hope that I’ll ever be
I’ve got no money in my pocket
But I’m making a change for you
I’ve got no room in my closet
But I’m clearing out space for you
And I’m lacking motivation
But name a time and place and
I’ll pencil it in for you