Build a pillow, barricade
so the ghost can't get to me
Twenty -something instincts,
Never there when it counts
and put you right into therapy
and you'll have to live with that
Just fine that I call a friend up
And I wake up tired and vaguely sure
Stir apart when I'm feeling bored
Walking around with bare limb pain
That's tempering mom's mistakes
And always afraid to fall
then there's his godforsaken heel
I do the dishes and tend the garden,
soften up where I used to harden,
And I wake up tired and vaguely sore,
stir a pot when I'm feeling bored,
full sending a lot only half is sure
Grandma loved what her heart ached in
And now I'm always afraid
People fall in and fuck up
Or have kids that fall in
People fall in and fuck up
We all fall in and fuck up
You all fall in and fuck up, too