Mama's let the pool grow green
It's green with pine needles deep
The house tumbles down around us
A flight of boxes
I dream of a woman covered in grass
Tattoos
And feeling like I thought you wanted me
But really you looked around
The whole time through.

The past can never quite set me free
I peel back the edges of pain
I feel when I think on how I was starting
To trust you.

It just got to be too hard baby
You needed a lot of coaching
A lot of therapy
In your stuttering darkness
So I let you go.

I'm capable of creating so much
A swarm of bees threaten to sting me along the way
I'm not sure what it is about me
People tend to want to wound me.

I let them feel justified in their feelings
I take space and I take time
Worried about doing everything right
Sleeping with my dog next to me
I just want to be someone's first choice
And that's why this can't work.

I guess it took all this for me to realize it
Watching the water reflect up our house
Mama makes plans
I can't think too far ahead.