Smother

I am wasted, losing time
I'm a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him, but we're not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator

I should go now, quietly
Before my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a mess I leave
To follow
To follow
To follow
To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree
That I'm a suffocator
Suffocator, suffocator

Oh, love
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside
My mother

Never to come out