M-A

I've got my shirts tucked all out
I am scared I am gonna be found out
Mom don't look underneath my bed
Those were the things that I'd said
Keep our rings on the table
We'll wait till I become able
Force the weight off my shoulders
We'll all drink till god feels sober
Till god feels sober

Tasted bitter fruit in her shade
My innards feel delicate with sour marmalade
My guts churned out my fortune for the better part of my age
My guts are, god is that profane?
I'm tired of the mundane hoping
I'm used to being peeled and broken
I am broken but I am not open

Lately
Lately

She's got her shirts tucked all out
I am scared she's gonna be found out
Mom don't look underneath her bed
Those are the things that she said
Keep our rings on the table
We'll wait till she becomes able
Force the weight off her shoulders
We'll all drink till I feel sober
Till I feel sober