Feed me to the things you need

My mother called and said that there was no saving me

But that she still loves me, and that she has a key to the house if I would still want it

And that I am to only seek comfort at her grave, and no one elses

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She said that birth was a curse and that she was sorry

And how that was something only a mother could say

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She ends every call the same

Starting, with “ I forgive everyone but you -

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Please do blow your brains out tonight

I'll make sure to come to the funeral

But I am not bringing home your ashes

I love you, I do sweetheart

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As a hawk loves the worm

A lesser thing, not worth killing

So feed it to the things I need”

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