Mum, I met a guy.  
He is like the mountains, born—all tall and torn by valleys.  
His narrow alleys got too close; he turned me into dynamite—  
I ran far, left loud and wide,  
But way too soon, fog obscured my view.  
Mum, my heart turned blue.

Mum, I met a guy.  
He is like the sea—you know how much I love the beach.  
But his waves got too high, never quiet enough  
To hear me out, to see me (in)complete—I reached out for his hand—  
Got overlooked, I drowned in blood, attracting sharp-toothed sharks.  
My dead body sank like a stone to the cold bottom of his deep.  
Mum, my heart shattered on his faded coral reefs.

Mum, I met a guy.  
He is like the salt caves.  
Breathing feels easy; for the first time, I’m smiling without sighs held back.  
Mum, he feels like the breeze of a warm summer night.  
He gets the moon, he gets the stars,  
Passed the test, he gets my dark and makes it less.

But Mum, I’m scared to die again.  
I’m scared of closing distance,  
And I get scared when it ends.  
But Mum, I met someone  
I think, I know,  
I’ll have to meet again.