Somewhere Up There

Baby

I guess I'm lost

I saw you falling apart, I thought it was all my fault

And then we make up, and now you say

And now you say

With your voice like an angel attached to a black pair of wings

And that's the point

Because since we joined

The crowd started screaming and we couldn't hear over the noise

You spoke inside

But in my head

I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me try

Ooh

Caught in the middle of deceptions, just to get

A part in the elders and authority figures that would

Come to be elders, the truths, and the liars

They're holding us both to the flames

So now I cry

I'm only trying

To turn our head to reality

And it's so defying

It killed the pain

The time it takes

To end all of the talking and following me

I'm in pain

And I'll disallow

And I'll disallow

You know when children are very little the child-mother

Nurturer, let's call her mother

Mother bond is developed

From day one

Starts real early and continues

There are three fundamental attachments that you can be

Secure, ambivalent, or distant, in your attachment

In other words, insecure, in your attachment

So, um

Hi Mike, this is Mom

Sorry I missed your call, I was out

I'm out in the garden, gardening, my favorite thing

Um, anyway, thanks for the call

I love you too, um, hope you're doing well

Anyway, um, uh, okay. Just hanging out there

We're here and, everybody else is elsewhere

Matt's coming home this week from school and, um, whatever

Okay. Talk to you. Love you

Thanks for calling. Bye