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 and
It's always late when I hear my mother crying she
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
I guess 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