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