mother, you have a son who daydreams about flying away into the sky the color of cantaloupe rind
mother, you have a son that believes the world is full of love and black magic
I shake during the night to the thought of birds falling from the sky
I shake during the day to the thought of clarity means
We're walking together, with belief or not
With our heads held low and weep to memory streams
Mother, my wake up call was 4 years ago
Mother, im shaking so much right now
Mother, its 2:13 and I might not be home tomorrow morning
Mother its 3:18 am, and I came back
Mother I'll never leave you, ever
Mother im sorry for not being what you wished for
Mother, im sorry my breath smells like cigarettes
Mother, I love you