Hey Mom, What Time Was I Born?

Well I'd like to continue to hide my face

Slip inside the brush of the country

Your facade slips away when you softly stacked

the weight of your replies

I take it back when i told you i would find myself

I keep a map just to chart out your goodbyes

I hit the path and i navigate your certain route

I'm in yours walls and I'm telling you goodnight

I watched it you die a little death each day you crossed my mind

The part of you inside of me erodes more every time

Well hey, you're right,

I guess it looks good on the surface

But it only goes skin deep

After you pissed away your purpose

You're an apparition

Made of sulphur

Mixed with lye

And you're rusting at the hinges

You can't bring your branding with you when you die

Are you listening can you hear me

Is it everything you thought that it would be

In your red shoes on my bed sheets

I would creep inside your head if you would let me

Get my thoughts back you prevent me

Get it on track evidently

We bleed together each and every day

You're the scars on my wrists and the smile on my face

I change lanes when you change your face

I watch you die each and every day

With your skin pale and your scar-less gaze

I crawl inside and take pieces out of you still

Well hey, you're right,

I guess it looks good on the surface

But it only goes skin deep

After you pissed away your purpose

You're an apparition

Made of sulphur

Mixed with lye

And you're rusting at the hinges

You can't bring your branding with you when you die

Well hey, you're right,

I guess it looks good on the surface

But it only goes skin deep

After you pissed away your purpose

You're an apparition

Made of sulphur

Mixed with lye

And you're rusting at the hinges

You can't bring your branding with you when you die

Well hey, you're right

Yeah i guess you're right

Well hey, you're right

Yeah i guess you're right

Well hey, you're right

(You can't bring your branding)

Well hey, you're right

(You can't bring your branding)

Well hey, you're right

(You can't bring your branding)

Yeah i guess you're right in front of me