I have heard the mothers talk

She said

Baby don't you come undone

And I am so far from my home

That heaven might hear my call

And I am digging my own grave

I am chasing shit beneath the haze

And we're so sure that he would stay

And would love me anyway

I was happy on my own

I would call the days as they were known

And in the guilt that I had found

You know the one that sticks around

And we're so sure that I would go

That I had already sunk the box

And I threw out my winter coat

I cut the sleeves off all I know

And we're so sure that I would fail

And my cookened pain of you

And I was happy on my own

I would call the days as they were known

And in the guilt that I had found

You know the one that sticks around

And we're so sure that he would stay

And would love me anyway