I grew up on ancient fables About hurricanes and man-eating gators A neighborhood gypsy, Jesus Christ Yeah, that shit was kinda scary Overwhelming, overbearing But those years defined the rest of my life Now I see what I've been missing Wish I was back at home, it's true Instead I'm here on my couch Spelling out "I miss you" In my alphabet soup I pushed you away for pleasure Hot and cold, it's in my nature I am my mother's daughter after all Been participating in self reflection Turns out that I've been projecting Ever since I learned how to talk Now I see what I've been missing Wish I was back at home with you Instead I'm here on my couch Spelling out "I miss you" In my alphabet soup