Look how wide my eyes have grown
and how frantic I’ve become;
there’s a maniac outside
and something must be done.
The world may be ending
it’s true the end is nigh
and still you just sit there
while I let out a cry.
Don’t tell me it’s alright
and that this person is fine
when she’s mowing the lawn
while I attempt to dine.
So nonchalant you are,
but very soon you’ll see
just how serious this is
and come and hide with me.
Autumn Siders 