I had a show a few weeks ago

Its getting harder and harder to sing

And it is hard to focus on my guitar

Playing when inside a baby is kicking

At first I was sad and scared

Cause this is all I know how to do

Then john and peter played standing up

Sometimes something will change and that change

Will change you

Then I thought back to six years ago

When Brian Pillion told me to play

He gave me a car a typewriter a guitar

Before that all I could do was count days

Then I thought back to before my coma

Rehab in Tacoma my junkie roommates

All that I knew how to do was put cigarettes

Out on my self I took pills and I drank

And I thought back to when I was 15

How I was squeaky clean and I wanted to die

I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness

All that I could do was keep living a lie

Then I think back to that 12 year old poet

How she didn't know it was what she would be

All she could do was hide under her bed

Scared to death that somebody might read her diary

See I have changed and I'll keep on changing

And maybe my songwriting will suffer

But its okay if at the end of the day

All I can do next is just be a good mother

Its okay if at the end of the day all I can do next

Is be a good mother