I hope you don't miss me when I'm not around
I would just hate if I was the one who took you down
Who took you down
Welcome my final days I'm not morose
You may not know but I'm ready to go
Look what you've made yourself I already know
I know this
I am the mother goose withering bones
You take me under we cycle our roles
How is it that you're the one to comb my hair
Loveliest daughters forgivable sons
Predisposition, they slip away one by one
Spoonfed eldest daughter
Weak under the water
Love all the fragments of you how I did
Before the change in tide
Isn't it funny how we got so sick of each other
All those years ago
I would buy all of our time back
Beautiful eulogy, admirable crowd
Great are the children you carry around
What did I tell you, don't let me be the one to take you down