I know you wouldn't approve,
but I love this girl, you see.
She's a little rough around the edges
but shes filled with sugar and baked
to the ripe warm temperature of perfection
when shes in my arms.

But wait, I know...
I know I'm losing you at this point,
and you don't want to hear
a word I've said but wait, just
Wait.

Momma, I love this girl, you see
and its messed up and killing me...
Because, well, she doesnt know
how my heart howls at the moon
aching for her to be near me.

I want to give her everything.
Even if that's just the fragile mist of time
which drizzled through the cracks
of this shattered reality and broke apart against the rocky surface of the ever-playing nightmare.

Momma, I'm sorry...
I'm so sorry if you dont love me,
for the love I have for her.
But right now, I'm watching her
love someone else and Momma,
Momma, its killing your baby girl.