I was dazed, laying with your mother,
She told me that I was the sun, but I wasn’t the moon,
That I wasn’t as dark as I thought.

But I made a mistake.
And I hope you can relate.

You’ve got a lots of worries that you can’t put to bed.
I don’t need to be one of them.
I can’t seem to get her to tell me the truth,
And I don’t want it to be like that, when I’m sick and dying.

She told me that you never raised your voice at her once,
And now she runs when it gets tough.
When it gets tough.

But I made a mistake.
And I hope you can relate.
And I’ve got questions, I’ve got questions for you.
I’ve got questions, I’ve got things you need to prove.

But I know that you want me too.
I know that you feel like a liar.