I'll try to describe the way that it felt To tell my own mother her son is a failure His heart is too cold to love anyone but himself
It's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest Your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood And your quivering throat keeps choking on those words
Mama I tried a thousand times, I'm frozen to the core Your son is a glorious mess Who wrecks anything he adores but deep in his center he swears There's a candle just waiting to burn and melt
So who's gonna burn him yeah who's gonna break him Into a thousand pieces melting over flames of perfection I once felt its warmth but it left me shivering in the dark
Mama I tired a thousand times, the pieces wouldn't fit Son, love is a punch in the eye It's a sudden and swift surprise it's not a candle not waiting to burn So baby, just wait your turn, baby just wait your turn And when it hits you you'll feel through rose colored apathy Through the blues that bruise can leave, was it really worth the wait?