Smother

I'm 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

For 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 I'm a suffocator

Suffocator, suffocator, oh no

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