"Do you need a paintbrush?"
As if that'll make everything better
"Is everything ok?"
Mommy's worried now; her heart set to flutter
Oh, the golden boy
A man
Talking with mommy
one would never know
She protects him so much
it's isolating
She thinks for him
the wheels in his head no longer oscillating
She'll continue to do it, though
Oh, you know
you know
Mama's golden boy
He has no harvest
no field of his own to sew
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
"Do you need a paintbrush?"
As if that'll make everything better
"Is everything ok?"
Mommy's worried now; her heart set to flutter
Oh, the golden boy
A man
Talking with mommy
one would never know
She protects him so much
it's isolating
She thinks for him
the wheels in his head no longer oscillating
She'll continue to do it, though
Oh, you know
you know
Mama's golden boy
He has no harvest
no field of his own to sew
