Let me rest
in our bubble
and allow no trouble

A bubble is lifting
me and you
above
their stress and their rage
now, we don't really care
the bubble - we are safe

The bubble might be weird
like you and me
but it's home, you see
it's all I really need

The bubble bursts
so the question is
did I cut my nails before?
I hear voices howl yet
a bubble is something to fight for

Our bubble is not made of soap
thin, making your eyes red
it is magic-enhanced glass
it breaks not at none of my blows
thickened with loving use,
like kintsugi cups

can I go to the bubble with you again?
can I never leave the place?