You Get That From Your Mother

Giving up on me, you get that from your mother
Sadder melodies we’ve yet to discover
Summer is the lie, summer is the killer
I hope you’ll be alright, I hope that you get better
Peel back my beliefs, to reveal my fears
Medicate this moment, wishing that you were here
A murder of crows, picking at a carcass
When a want becomes a need, you can’t stop once you started
Sad but not surprised, another time with feeling
Laying on the bed staring at the ceiling
Sticking with you, maybe too long
Hating your lyrics, but loving your song