Can you imagine what it would mean
Were I to follow you in the hunt?
Were I to put my hollow dreams
Out into the sun with a strong-willed punt.
The fear of the day is flavored like Lay’s
Ruffled with a sprinkle of salty guilt
And vinegar in the usual way.
I don’t usually like Lay’s.
I’d much rather spend my time
Laughing right there by your side.
But I know you think I covered in slime
After I and my King’s Court took that ride
Into a ravine.
It’s dark here, love.
Will you take my hand?
Heave and shove
Then help me stand?
I wouldn’t be shocked
If you’d pull me up to let me drop.
And since I only ever laughed,
It’s fair that that’s my other half.