The woman that I needed most, a saint when I was just a girl
A quiet sinner, no one's song or story told around the sun
Narrow blackened body holding all the light of days to come
With melancholy in my veins my mind is turning and becoming
Light and hard to hold or capture, freer than a honeybee's
I'm sorry for the time and all the money that you spent on me
I'm sorry for the way I get unstable very easily
My balance is precarious at best, oh mother-mother will you
Come to me my memory betrayed me somehow I can see
Her smiling telling me to tell the world I'm tired and so is she
The way I always acted selfish wanted more than I would give
I hate the fact that someone like the girl I was is made to live and now
Her stomach's torn and all her bones are breaking but I know she made me
Love becomes a leash and I escape my heart has always
Beaten slower than the slowest drum my stubbornness is hidden in her eyes
It takes an hour to turn around and start to come
I love the things she says until I can no more
I told her that I read a book while really I was kissing other boys
Behind the pantry door it's perilous at best to try to tell her she should rest
The stars align and I can't see my moon, oh mother come to me!
Breastfed betrayed me, turned from angel into enemy
Give me, give me all my energy
She's an incantation with no melody
I'm exhausted and my eyes are aching
Bones and everything is breaking
Waist is wasted, skin of grey. No one ever taught me how to pray
My meat is lean, you won't like it
I can't look at you without screaming
I am heavy as the devil
Birds are waiting in my brain
I keep on forgetting how to live
I keep on forgetting how to move
All this friction makes a groove
No one ever taught me how to pray