Druse - Maternal | Текст песни

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• Maternal

I can taste the blood in my mouth.
I can taste the wine in my lap.
I can still breathe from inside of a bag.
My face is flushed against the window.

I can see you counting every minute down,
I can hear your back peeling from the seat,
and I’m a drunk,
and I’m a coward,
and I will fight you every day.

I thought I told you we could go when you were ready to go.

A tight lipped kiss goodnight, you face the wall.
I only want you when everything’s taken care of.
‘Cause that’s what I said works best for us.
If you lived here you’d be home by now.
You want to go home, but there you are.

A mother loves her son.

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