Smother

I am wasted, losing time On a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we're not right In the darkness, I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave To follow To follow To follow To follow In the darkness, I will meet my creators And they will all agree that I'm a suffocator, suffocator, suffocator Oh love I'm sorry if I smothered you I'm sorry if I smothered you I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside My mother Never to come out