Tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown?
I was just eight years old
I know the truth
Hide from the things he'd say
In the myth of a merciful God
Letting it all go
I wish I believed like you do
Letting it all go
A scared woman in a private hell
Hide in the dark from my friends in the light
He said you just needed a rest
I was just eight years old
Sometimes it gets so goddamn hard I feel like letting it all go
Need to know if you were really gone
I was deep in an idiot sleep
In the myth of a Heaven and Hell
I know the truth about you
Back to Culver city and the old neighborhood
Ooh, letting it all go
I know the truth
Like the whipping stick you raised me with
I know the truth about you
Sometimes it gets so much I feel like letting it go
Heard big words with a horrible sound
Need to know if you were gone for good
Sometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it all go
Yeah, you
Said you weren't losing your mind
I ran away, went looking for you
I know the truth about you
Letting it all go
Mama they woke me up
Mama, they woke me up
Strange talk about Edgar Casey
Yeah, letting it all go
Why'd they have to call my school
Strange talk about Edgar Casey
And the long lame walk of the dark seventies
I ran through the projects at night
I know the truth
He said the doctors there would know what's best
He said you'd be coming home soon
Letting it all go
I heard the truth about you
Letting it all go
I hear the voices you hear sometimes
I know the truth about you
Letting it all go
Sometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it go
And the long lame walk of the dark seventies
Yeah, you
Sometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it go
Hide from my brother-in-law
Hushed voice like electric bell
I know the truth
Said that maybe I could go live with them for a while