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
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 see less