It's deja vu
I'm here with you
Just staring at a ceiling fan,
Listening to you cry again
Your tears on my chest
I guess we're not having sex
We're going on 3 hours of this
Like I'm your pretty therapist
But my mask is feeling like it's slipping,
I want to be there but baby I've got my limits
You say I'll be a great mother someday, maybe
But I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I never wanted to be this way, you made me
I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I'm not maternal, babe, and you ain't my baby
Maybe I'm not wired right
I know it's ok to cry
But everyone's burdens are mine
And I am just so f*cking tired
I was a well of patience and of understanding
Now I'm dry as hell and I cannot just keep pretending
You say I'll be a great mother someday, maybe
But I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I never wanted to be this way, you made me
I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I'm not maternal, babe, and you ain't my baby
I've been thinking, I'm leaving this weekend
I'm packing my baggage, and I'm leaving all yours
It's not you, it's me and my need to be needed
But I'm finally closing that door
You say I'll be a great mother someday, maybe
But I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I never wanted to be this way, you made me
I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I'm not maternal, babe, and you ain't my baby
Life's too short, this bed's too small
I've got my own shit to solve
I'm sorry that I wrote this song
(But maybe you should call your mom)