Lyric

I’ll hand you this feeling before it fades

You’ll forget the gift; I know you will

I’ll leave with strangers we’ll never meet

The texture of our hearts, how memory sinks

Autumn’s almost over; even baths will feel like chores

“Hope we make it through,” you say

“Right… no—‘from now on,’” I breathe

Maybe this world’s not so bad

Say it again till the heart understands

When the voice breaks, we break and mend

That’s our secret code—Lucky 11

Changing the subject: I want lemon pie

Summer’s long gone; I still crave that bite

Truth remains unsent; I’ve told you nothing

“Right—‘from now on.’” Okay

Who is living inside you lately?

I keep not knowing me, walking crooked

Another aside: I want buttermilk

To hold my feelings for a while

Though a future with you is almost here

“Hey, this world isn’t so bad,”

An influencer weeps through a screen into us

“If you can still say that, you’re okay,” I mutter back—

Not only for me

Some of us suffer for reasons we can’t picture

There are people who can’t even think

“I want lemon pie.”

The world is a residual prison

Still, they say you’re here somewhere

“So.” “I see.” “Right, right.”

Then, for the record: maybe not so bad

Maybe this world’s not so bad

Say it again till the heart understands

When the voice breaks, we break and mend

That’s our secret code—Lucky 11

I sang it like telling myself; people around me cried

“So.” “I see.” “Right, right.”

For the record: I’m glad I sang

Maybe I’ll keep singing

This unidentified thing—“Lucky 11.”

Thank you, Lucky