Lockjaw - Mothers

Most of me sunk into the carpet

What was left of you

Asked me to leave

I was a broken thumbtack

I was a napkin in the rain

This is how it often goes

Sold into captivity so long ago

This is how it often goes

God knows I would know

I don’t want your kind words

I want your ghost inside a thimble

I woke up feeling mutilated

And I made my way

As best I could to my place

You love me mostly when I’m leaving

You love me

Mostly

You love me mostly when I’m leaving

I was half gone when you met me

I cut out my tongue

Seeing yours would speak

For the both of us