I Went Home

I went home
I got tired of standing up
Of giving up my time
Of getting offers of being mother

What's the shape and what's its color?

I've given up feeling my own skin
And all my answers don't hold water

Now I, now I, now I
I don't want them to see me like this
I don't want them to see me like this

Of standing up
Of doing out my time
Of getting offers
Of being mother