Velveteen Delusion

Shaky hands will greet you
But should the shanking go too far…
Let’s hear that song
Inside your head
If it isn’t too long
In the back of the shed
You shouldn’t have read
How the new disease can harm you
Under the skin
A fragile bone
Who’d strangle a wren
With the cord from a phone
Who wouldn’t condone
That subtle kind of curfew
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
We’re living in a velveteen delusion
We’ll be whatever we can make of it
Till we’re real
Till we feel
Like we’re real