2sisters Hold me

Hold me, straw, hold me tight
When twelve-point storms devour the light
Hold me, straw, don’t let me fray
When life’s currents toss me to the bone, I pray

While my straw remains unbroken
I won’t drown or shatter on the stones below
Through a hundred tempests, it’s my token—
To part with it? Darling, I’d crumble slow

Hold me, hold me
Hold me, straw, don’t let go
Hold me, hold me
Straw, my fragile hero

Friends scoff, “Trade your vice for steadier ground
Or tread with care—don’t tempt the tide!”
But I whisper, “No—this splinter’s all I’ve found
Without it, where would my fractured soul reside?”

They’ve searched the heavens, mapped the shore
Never thought to check this brittle spine
If I grow calm, if I dare ignore—
Will some rogue wave drag me down below? Oh

Hold me, hold me
Straw, my trembling creed
Hold me, hold me
Frail, but all I need

Hold me, hold me
Hold me, straw, don’t let go
Hold me, hold me
Frail, but all I need

Hold me, hold me
Hold me, straw, don’t let go
Hold me, hold me
Straw, my fragile hero