Magic

The days of candy canes in cocoa quickly coming to a close
I can’t prevent the crumbling clarity of memories
In early years the magic seemed to always be around
And now I find I have to squint to see so I say please
Let me save the photos forever
Isn’t that the least you can do?
Let me take pictures in my head and then review them before bed
I don’t know who I’m talking to, all I know is I’m begging you
Nobody knows where time goes when it leaves us all behind
Would following turn us backward, is it possible to climb
Into the moments that we want to keep in mind, defined
Or would we end up upside down all turned around in time?
Let me save the photos forever
Isn’t that the least you can do?
Let me take pictures in my head and then review them before bed
I don’t know who I’m talking to, all I know is I’m begging you
In due time, in no time, we’ll see…
Why I’m depressed and stressed, I’ve lost my zest
At best it’s hard to just get dressed, and
Laundry feels like it’s a quest, or a test
I’m failing with a demon as my guest, lest I rest
Don’t mean to suggest that I’m not blessed
But can I please just request, less of a pest inside my chest?
Have my inner demons feasted on my inner child, maybe?
Send a rescue party, if your cynicism scares you baby
If she has to die, well at least she will have eight more lives
She always knew she was part cat, so I think she’ll survive
Have I become the sucker who simply can’t hear the bells?
‘Cause fear and grief and loneliness have cast all sorts of spells?
How dare I be the grown-up that I swore to never be!
Fake it ‘till you make it? Think I’ll make a cup of tea
Let me save the photos forever
Isn’t that the least you can do?
Let me take pictures in my head and then review them before bed
I don’t know who I’m talking to, all I know is I’m begging you
I’m fine! I swear! Just need some air
Not sure if this is a complaint or a prayer
But I would like some magic back
Can someone bring that in a sac?