Keep Up The Good Work

Everything is on countdown
The apartment and the buds on the plants
Stubbornly surviving the drought cause they know what is coming
Now there's space in the room
And a space in the womb
With velvet pillows and soft boiled eggs
We built a nest of privilege

Keep up the good work

And time is a taker
Not a giver like I was told
Everyday I lose my son
Just to wake up to another one
And I walk in a haze with a glazed face
And a need for help to support my bones
Just continue it gets better
Curves and rules and letting go

If I keep this new one alive
It must be a deal that someone keeps me alive
Applaud me I'm eating
Applaud me I'm breathing