Repairs.

Simply put, I cannot take what I need. This taffy pull is out of my league. And the melody has us all swaying in the stillness of complacency. This is not a sympathy plea. It is an all out cry for mercy in a time that is broken. We are being held together by chewed up pieces of cherry bubble gum. I am in search for some kind of miracle to bind us, sins and all. I cannot take it, you have to be willing to give me a hand. In all of the panic and chaos that goes on in our heads and dreams, standing and swaying will not cut it. No time for blowing bubbles.