Nervous - Pears

Here’s a tale: When I was six

And militantly innocent

They didn’t think I’d handle it too well

Turns out they were on the nose

About a toddler’s mortal woes

'Cause all we do is decompose and smell

Please give me time

Nervous, still kinda nervous

Still kinda nervous, still kinda scared to die

Nervous, still kinda nervous

Still kinda nervous

Still kinda clinging to days gone by

Must’ve cried a Waterpark

And that’s just stabbing in the dark

They gave up and they dropped me off at home

It’s then I knew that on the Earth

We’re disconnected after birth

And handled my mortality alone

Please give me space

My sensibilities have been replaced

With guilt and lack of grace

I need more time

My conscience is uniquely unaligned

I am the bottom line

What’s the worst that could happen?

Playing thirty odd years, pretend

I don’t wanna be angry

I just wanna feel open again

I don’t wanna be angry

I just wanna feel open again

I don’t wanna be angry

But I’ll never feel open again