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
Iguess 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
