You've built this house out of sticks and stones
Your maternal soul cheers, 'happy as a cloud!'
Yes, the weight of you hangs over us all.

The others lived
To see the inside of
my bedroom,
For sport

And he doesn't know how
Easy it would be
that it doesn't take much
with me

It's what you loved
the most, still do

But he is good.
He is kind.