mother dearest
When you tell me to tell the things that you told to me
You're overbearing when you're with me and over and over
You told me you hate me you see
And the feeling is mutual
When you cut my hair
You missed a spot over there
And you told me that I was dull
Either way I would look fat
And when I decided stopped eating your food
You said there'd never be enough to ever sooth
The appetite that ached and burned deep within
I wanted something more
Than living in a bungalow in New Jersey
Than hiding from the cops in our poor poor town
Than running up the boardwalk with my only friends
But i knew I'd be stuck there
She said I'd be there until the end
That time we took a weekend trip to New York City
And you kept crying on the bathroom floor
you took credit for my successes and only then said you loved me
And then you stared at the sky and said you didn't love me anymore
And you said I was your favorite
But then i said lets fucking face it
Your own narcissistic self was the only thing you cared about
You said it was you own atrocious life and you needed to let it out
And I cry too often
And I get it from you
But I need something to soften
Because now I've caught a terrible flu
I wanted something more
Than living in a bungalow in New Jersey
Than hiding from the cops in our poor poor town
Than running up the boardwalk with my only friends
But i knew I'd be stuck there
She said I'd be there until the end
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