Bobby Pins

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