who's my mom?

orphan with a twister
somedays just have these
pains. not much more to say
about that. i'ma sing
lightfoot to myself just to
remember how i knew it would be
now, then.








&






i mean i gave till i was empty
i thought it was renewable but i guess
the right conditions weren't present
for the source to keep flowing
now all that's left is love and loss.


there's been a million songs written
to that
why go there again?
























&





i just want to know
why you don't hug me
when i scrape my knee.