Mother Wound

It was our third date, and we were in the park

It was a Tuesday in the middle of March

I said the wrong thing, I knew it in my heart

I guess

I read your fortune, I saw the mother wound

You lit a cigarette, then we were in my room

You took my clothes off, I was in debt to you

Again

I should've known that was

No way to start a conversation

Loving you lowered my expectations

Loving you lowered my expectations

I should've shown you I'm no saint

Before it got complicated

Loving me went from a high worth chasing

To something lower than your expectations

You had a bad night, and your patience was gone

You'd been the good guy for a little too long

I read your cards right, but I wish I'd been wrong

For once

It was our third month, you were renting a room

It was our first fight in the middle of June

I tried to reach you, there was no getting through

For us

I should've known that was

No way to start a conversation

Loving you lowered my expectations

Loving you lowered my expectations

I should've shown you I'm no saint

Before it got complicated

Loving me went from a high worth chasing

Loving me went from a rule worth breaking

Loving me went from a life worth saving

To something lower than your expectations