Momma’s Choir Boy
I’ve lost my joy
Not sure where it went
I can’t remember
It’s sweet smelling scent
It had to do
With a cold-hearted bitch
That much I know
But I don’t know which
Now that I’ve wrote
And things came to light
I’ve found my hell
In the dead of night
You did your best
What you thought was right
You didn’t know
It would cause such strife
But we’re adults
We can handle truth
And have a chat
Between me and you
I want to know
Why you made the choice
To disregard
My evolving voice
Did it not meet
All your hopes and dreams
Am I a stain
On your legacy
Why did you leave
What could I have done
That made you feel
Like you had to run
I just wanted
To express myself
I’m sorry it
Wasn’t your top shelf
Maybe you saw
Certain parts of you
That upended
Your comfy world view
Or maybe there
Was a kind of man
That you’d already given
Your heart and your plans
To be honest
I don’t really care
I know you did
What you thought was fair
But now I think
Who wants a mother
That treats their kids
Like all the others
I wrestle with
My blind love for you
But I still feel
All my scar tissue
I guess that was
The plan all along
Damaged goods
Expressed in a song
