Motherâs Ruin â Kirsty Maccoll
Mother s ruin
She said to herself
I m just screwing my own mental health
But Fridays and Saturdays
She walks down those alleyways
A latter day lady of the lamp
How you doing?
You ain t from round here
Won t you come in?
I m really not scared-
Cause Fridays and Saturdays
I still do it anyways
And anything is better than out here
Now don t wake me up again
Don t let me feel anything
But when you go
Let me dream that I go with you
So I won t cry myself dry anymore
Mothers ruin
Their own little girls
Keep them dreaming
There s more to this world
But turn her the other way
And every day s Father s Day
He stays until there s nothing left to say
