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