Nerves
My nerves my stomach like the ocean
Tides ripping and pulling
I stand up my muscles clench
Nope I'm back on the bench
My ribs remind me of my sons crib
My stomach as empty as my sons crib.
I'm trying not to hold my breath son
I hope this nightmare is done
I hope I can see you tomorrow
So if there's bad news we can get it together
Me her and our single kitten litter
The feeling so sweet but so bitter
I'd need to take it slow
Too many emotions
Daddy might just stare like a scarecrow
I'm scared to sleep son. I don't want to dream
I can't imagine you being in my arms
Waking up to you not there like every morning
I'm scared son. But daddy has a feeling that maybe just maybe we can get this news together.
