In The Morning

Aunt Lisa said: You can't come around here no more
When we broke the bed
She felt disrespected and all confused
Said: Would I ever do that to you?
And in return I feel like I fool
Now I walk for days with nowhere to rest my head
Vape in my mouth but got a feeling that it might be dead
There's no smoke
As I reach in my pocket for my phone
There's no texts, there's no missed calls

In the morning we can start
We can start over, again

Reading about trauma
In our daughters
Has got me shook
I got things to learn
I got fears to burn
Till then I won't cook
A bun in my oven when I wanna get wet
No matter how my guy protests
On the third day, we shall rise again
And come back around
Been here before, kinda sick of myself
But also quite proud
It's hard, being at the mercy of man
And dealing my cards with the wrong hand

In the morning we can start
We can start over, again
In the morning we can start
We can start over, again