So goddamn easy to write this
You make it spill on the page
So drunk on your self, self-righteous
The laughing stock of your own ing stage
But I ain't one to call names
Or throw stones in a house of glass
You try me
This is a mothering invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a mothering invitation
You try me
Just one time you got a reason
Heard you had nothing to lose
A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation
It must be easy to lose
But I ain't one to call names
Or throw stones in a house of glass
You try me
This is a mothering invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a mothering invitation
You try me
You can tell the same lie a thousand times
But it never gets any more true
So close your eyes once more and once more believe that they all still believe in you
This is a mothering invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a mothering invitation
You try me