Worries

I went to bed with the saddest thoughts
And woke up again even sadder
Where once I felt entirely lost
Now it doesn't matter
The baby's been renamed, you see
We parked the car somehow safely
And I awoke from that sweet dream
To find things as they are

I spiked the lemonade last night
Because I couldn't cope
I would have accepted things alright
But you injected me with hope
This hope this hope this nasty drug
Pinched from my arms in a final hug
To be swept under proverbial rug
Till we revisit later

Yet one thing that I realize
We might not come back to it
You're such a sweet and tender guy
I'm sure that she'll see to it
To hold you tight as long as she can
She'll hold you up as her fine man
And I discover our failed plan
The killswitch in her hand