Fair-weather mother She phoned it all in Slept through my younger days For him or him or him Glazed, blue glaciers Why do I want to save her? It must be bad for me It must be bad Mad mother, saw you walking through the trees Mad mother, now I can't breathe Mad mother, always in the other room Sweeping the floor with a broken broom Mad mother, am I mad too? Mad mother, did I get it from you? (from you) The shape of her is hazy A wire portal, an empty rack A suggestion of a woman Sharp ridges on her back Every word is a sale Duty beyond the pale It must be bad for me It must be bad Mad mother, saw you walking through the trees Mad mother, now I can't breathe Mad mother, always in the other room Sweeping the floor with a broken broom Mad mother, am I mad too? Mad mother, did I get it from you? (from you) Why do I want to save her? Because I saw her mind, gone Down a black highway Her madness glued to me My daughter miles away Mad mother, saw you walking through the trees Mad mother, now I can't breathe Mad mother, always in the other room Sweeping the floor with a broken broom Mad mother, am I mad too? Mad mother, did I get it from you? (from you) Why do I want to save her? Why do I want to save her? Mad mother © 2025 misscalamity
