Mother, give me back my old room
I won’t make a mess like I used to
I won’t play my records
Loud at nights I’ll keep it quiet
Mother, let me have my old bed back
and lay out clothes for me
People give me work and money
They depend on me now
If they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is
If they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is
Mother, please make my decisions
Like you once did
This time I won’t pester you about it, I’ll surrender
Mother, these streets are too cold for me
I’m standing by your door
A plant under each arm,
let me move back in
Father, the last time you offered to teach me all about the Baltic Sea
it was wasted on me
Now I’m ready, throw me once again the footballs you tried to throw
and this time I will catch and learn and know
Mother, if that’s not enough bring me all the way back to my original address
to your womb
I have trouble sleeping but I don’t recall I had while in your womb.