mama, you know im not built for this world
i cant stand the way people talk
the way they sweat
the way their jaws pop.
mama, you know im not ready for this
yet you push me harder
you laugh at my tears
you push on my buttons
mama, i dont think i can do this
but you keep pushing me
why?

youre drifiting
through a timeline in space, dotting the lines with your love for me, for him, for them, for her.
youre drifiting
leaving remnants of your lovers fingerprints within you
youre drifting,
just promise me you wont leave me stranded in the stars

she only writes when you ask her to.
thats how i know the ink she bleeds is for you.
i cant help but think about her words in a longing way
i wish i could write about you the way she does
maybe her love for you is somehow stronger than mine
who knows
she always confused me anyway