Letter to Mother

The noise in this joint is unearthly
And soon I awkwardly say
look there it is my whole life in an ashtray
I can go back to her that way
Because in blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart
I know even though she doesn’t show it
She grieves sorely for her son
And often walks out to the road
In her old fashioned coat
And in blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing
How someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart
In blue darkness of the night
She keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart
I know she definitely grieves sorely for me
I know shes dirty and angry for me
Welcome back she forgive me so
Motherly, motherly, motherly