I guess what’s fucked is that I’m learning to love me But I feel like I need someone to do that for me It’s always late when I hear my mother crying She tells me about her nightmares where I’m dying
And my mother sings from her lungs like a bird that can’t fly Like a moth to the light, sticking closer with time I’ll be fine on my own, oh I think I want love I want to be alone, want to be left to roam Want to call you my own
I guess it’s fucked that This is all temporary Except the space between my teeth That consumes me How can I love you If you can’t see me smile If I looked how I feel Would this even matter
And I sing from my lungs like a bird that can’t fly Like a moth to the light, I get closed up with time I’ll be fine on my own, oh I think I want love I want to be alone, want to make a new home