Logotherapy

Well, it's quarter past half-nine And I'm longing for sunshine From sometime a long, long ago There's a beauty in breaking And regret overtaking The minds of my lies that I've known As we crumble together In the strangest of weather Your eyes are to the skies and my own Are clouded like the weather Let's pull our shit together With sellotape and zip-ties And lukewarm tea and kitchen Thai But if you're running, darling, promise me You'll fly I remember stories read to me About the prince, the pauper, and the pea Where the princess tried not to feel a thing But she woke up covered in bruises And as the story goes The prince he wanted forever anyway But why would she stay? With those bruises he gave her He did her no favors With ten and ten mattresses Never enough for her restless heart And she screamed out And she screamed out And she screamed up into the clouds Joining in the thunderstorm Dancing hand-in-hand With her future, past, and even more The possibilities of herself reborn Herself reborn In a future that's clouded like the weather Let's pull our shit together With sellotape and zip-ties And lukewarm tea and and kitchen Thai And superglue and googly eyes And fresh-brewed coffee if you give me time Give me time In a future that may not be forever Well, the universe endeavor Is to try and see where the meaning lies But I really want to press rewind But if you're running darling Promise me