Texty: Harper Roy. If I Can.

(What do I want to go out for?
There is no point
I'm out already
There's nothing out there anyway
It's all in here
There's little bits out there
There's you and me sometimes
And I walk up to a forget-me-not
And I smile
Whilst you're breathing the macro
Looking to the distant hills
And wandering in wonder
I'll point out Saturn
And you'll tell me

The chemical formula
Of nitrous oxide
It would be a disillusionment
A grand disappointment
For all our friends
Not to see us in love again)
If I could, I would
If I can, I will
(My tears
They're getting in my eyes)