Another panic attack

As I was browsing the stacks

And the books were falling in an avalanche

Though he sensed I was trapped

He was busy with... something



Now I'm checking my phone

But I don't want to talk

Don't wanna lopside my language

No I don't wanna go off



'Cause I lean in when I suffer

Lean in when I suffer



A panic attack

Though my directive's relax

It's beyond my skill set

Covetous of the calm wit

From a tyke uninvolved

All abyss with no clapback



I'm checking my phone

He's unworthy of talk

If he really wants to be the one

He'd forfeit shotgun for once



'Cause I lean in when I suffer

Lean in when I suffer



But I take him back to the county fair

I take him back, though he don't deserve to be there

He drew a bath and floated there

He cares a lot

We're strictly speaking self-care



Lean in when I suffer

Lean in when I suffer again

Lean in when I suffer

Lean in when I suffer again



Lean in when I suffer

Lean in when I suffer



Checking my phone

But I don't want to talk

Don't wanna lopside my language

No I don't wanna go