She Who Mars the Skin of Gods

"Kezia, my darling, please never forget"
"This world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette"
Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
Before she added, "The warmest of blankets is six feet of soil"

She wear a perfume called pride that smelled a lot more like shame
So when she walked into the room I was sleeping
I heard her curse my father's name
It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame

It was the lonely gray of my father's eyes
Staring back in the, the mirror's frame
It was the lonely gray of my father's eyes
Staring back in the mirror's frame

Mother, oh, mother, I'm shaking while I write
Tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright
Mother, oh, mother, I'm shaking while I write
Tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright

There's a letter waiting for me that I have yet to read
There's a letter waiting for me that I have yet to read
'Cause I know it's not from you, you're the only one I need
You're the only one I need

I'm tired and I'm cold and I want to go to bed
But there's no one here to tuck me in
So the shotgun will instead (I'm tired, I'm cold)
The shotgun will instead
(I want to go to bed, I want to go to bed)
I want to
(No one here to tuck me in)
So this shotgun will