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Who would of known?
To the lips, of a failed writer
To crash a cup of wine
To throw a toast
To an island that's slowly sinking
I can almost hear you -
Hear you crying.
MOMMA YOU ARE KILLING YOURSELF.
MOMMA WHAT CAN I DO?
And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips.
Only to erase memories.
And to laugh when I think what my father did
She sits, she waits.
SHE TOASTS HER PRAYERS,
NOT SPEAKS OF THEM
MOMMA YOU ARE KILLING YOURSELF.
MOMMA WHAT CAN I DO?
She sits, she waits...
To the lips, of a failed writer
To crash a cup of wine
To throw a toast
To an island that's slowly sinking
I can almost hear you -
Hear you crying.
MOMMA YOU ARE KILLING YOURSELF.
MOMMA WHAT CAN I DO?
And I'll be the one putting pins into my fingertips.
Only to erase memories.
And to laugh when I think what my father did
She sits, she waits.
SHE TOASTS HER PRAYERS,
NOT SPEAKS OF THEM
MOMMA YOU ARE KILLING YOURSELF.
MOMMA WHAT CAN I DO?
She sits, she waits...
Lyrics submitted by logic vs cake
Track duration: 03:22
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It's epic, stays stuck in your head and feels like it has more meaning to the lyrics than the other songs.
Obviously about a troubled childhood.
Or more likely a dysfunctional family in general.