There's a letter waiting for me that I am yet to read
A lot more like shame, so, when she walked into the room
Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
'Cause I know it's just from you, you're the only one I need
It was the lonely gray of my father's eyes
Staring back in the mirror's frame
Tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright
Staring back in the, the mirror's frame
It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame
You're the only one I need
She had a perfume called pride that smelled
It was the lonely gray of my father's eyes
But there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun
There's a letter waiting for me that I am yet to read
Before she added, "The warmest of blankets is six feet of soil"
Tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright
I was sleeping, I heard her curse my father's name
I'm tired and I'm cold and I want to go to bed
Shotgun will, will instead, the shotgun will instead
[Incomprehensible] mother, I'm shaking while I write
[Incomprehensible] mother, I'm shaking while I write
