Mine
I grow tired of proving
Packing up and moving
Again and again, time
Your irresponsible mother, gone fourteen days
Return to smother and smolder
I told her, I told him "function through feeling"
Being away, earning and dealing
My heart in it, accused
Really
Being away, earning and dealing
My heart in it, accused
Really?
I'll always come back
Even when you're sick of me
I'll always come back
Even when you're sick of me
Goodnight, honey, I'll go on a walk
Back from school in the morning
He'll walk solemn from her
Will notice the blackouts in summer
Will notice the blackouts in summer
When he's older I'll tell him, like I told her
"Smolder beneath the surface"
To function through feelings
To function through the feeling
To function through the feelings