Post by Laura on Dec 11, 2005 18:21:04 GMT -6
I don’t want to be a burden
Scumming, just molding, at the bottom of your singed soul
Maybe just collecting dust at the sole of your shoes
I don’t want to be that person you run to
To get forgiveness, to get realism back
I don’t want to be a mother to your nurturing self conscious
But I love to feel your breath on my breasts
When you’re lonely, when you’re empty and you need a friend
And I’m naked from the shower
The water is still dripping slightly out the tap
It makes your toes twinkle a little on this pavement of a floor
It makes them dance in tunes while you sleep
While you weep inside my arms that are drying so quickly
I don’t want to be your haven
The heaven you believe in
If I’m circling you like clouds to a thunderstorm
I don’t want to be there when your mid life crisis kicks in
I don’t want to be there when it’s at its peek
I have seen your face when you’re angry
When you’re depressed from all the anger
I have seen your hands when you’re fistful
When you’re faithless and frustrated
I don’t want to be your mother when I’m your girlfriend
I don’t want to be your milk or your honey
Just the glue that holds your pieces together
Just the glue that holds us together when we fall apart
Because we fall apart so often
We crumble like the crumbs of your toast
Collecting in piles under your legs under the table and the chairs
Where you eat your breakfast every morning
Every morning I say
I don’t mean to be wrapped in all the blankets
Leaving you with none
I don’t want to be your tears, if you cry
I don’t want to be the reason
I don’t want you to hate me when I leave
Through the doorways, I know someday you’ll know
And understand I did this all for you
When I was your lovely girlfriend
I felt like your mother
And I don’t want to be your mother
When I’m your lover.
I don’t want to be your mother
When I am sleeping with you
We will kiss goodnight tonight but it will be the last time I caress you
It will be the last time you breathe on me
It will be the last time I say
I don’t want to be here.
Scumming, just molding, at the bottom of your singed soul
Maybe just collecting dust at the sole of your shoes
I don’t want to be that person you run to
To get forgiveness, to get realism back
I don’t want to be a mother to your nurturing self conscious
But I love to feel your breath on my breasts
When you’re lonely, when you’re empty and you need a friend
And I’m naked from the shower
The water is still dripping slightly out the tap
It makes your toes twinkle a little on this pavement of a floor
It makes them dance in tunes while you sleep
While you weep inside my arms that are drying so quickly
I don’t want to be your haven
The heaven you believe in
If I’m circling you like clouds to a thunderstorm
I don’t want to be there when your mid life crisis kicks in
I don’t want to be there when it’s at its peek
I have seen your face when you’re angry
When you’re depressed from all the anger
I have seen your hands when you’re fistful
When you’re faithless and frustrated
I don’t want to be your mother when I’m your girlfriend
I don’t want to be your milk or your honey
Just the glue that holds your pieces together
Just the glue that holds us together when we fall apart
Because we fall apart so often
We crumble like the crumbs of your toast
Collecting in piles under your legs under the table and the chairs
Where you eat your breakfast every morning
Every morning I say
I don’t mean to be wrapped in all the blankets
Leaving you with none
I don’t want to be your tears, if you cry
I don’t want to be the reason
I don’t want you to hate me when I leave
Through the doorways, I know someday you’ll know
And understand I did this all for you
When I was your lovely girlfriend
I felt like your mother
And I don’t want to be your mother
When I’m your lover.
I don’t want to be your mother
When I am sleeping with you
We will kiss goodnight tonight but it will be the last time I caress you
It will be the last time you breathe on me
It will be the last time I say
I don’t want to be here.