Smother

I am wasted, losing time

I'm a foolish, fragile spine

I want all that is not mine

I want him, but we're not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators

And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator

I should go now, quietly

Before my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep

Where all my layers can become reeds

All my limbs can become trees

All my children can become me

What a mess I leave

To follow

To follow

To follow

To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators

And they will all agree

That I'm a suffocator

Suffocator, suffocator

Oh, love

I'm sorry if I smothered you

I'm sorry if I smothered you

I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside

My mother

Never to come out