Kidder

When did we get so old and tired?

These pulls are separated fire

Make memories of what you still want

Take everything you can in your arms

[Chorus]x2

And at last you'll be a good mom

Because you had one

And all these good thoughts from my womb

Don't help at all

When did we get so old and tired?

These pulls are separated fire

Make memories of what you still want

Take everything you can in your arms

[Chorus]x2

And at last you'll be a good mom

Because you had one

And all these good thoughts from my womb

Don't help at all

If it was your birth

If it was your birth

If it was your birth

If it was your birth

Grateful for the family that loves me back

But I can’t seem to make my own

Nothing’s left to love

All of mine

All of mine

All of mine

Nothing’s left to love

All of mine

All of mine

All of mine

Nothing’s left to love

All of mine