Messy little snowflake having your child 
I used to be impetuous, I used to be wild
Now I just come to dock at the bay
And learn to say I love you anyway
And the youth of my generation
Are estimated to spend less time at the station
Getting on trains 
Or making bodies with bloodstains 
And there’s a hidden kind of invisible trauma 
When they encourage you but don’t inform ya
Of the onset of pain
Flowing from you like cyclical rain
To prepare the ground for the seed
And half of us will bleed 
Out what we’ve come to make 
You say you do it for my sake 
But do you know what you plant
When you call my words a rant
That aim to please 
Til I’m screaming on my knees 
As I fulfil my function
But we’ve come to a sort of junction
And you make a hard right
In the car and the night
Comes to envelop us both
And I know that you live to hope 
In what I offer but I
Am not willing to die 
To bring another soul on the scene 
That was somebody else’s dream 
Since I was eighteen 
I would rather reign as the queen 
Of my own domain
But I hear you ask again
For a match to spark a light
And you ask someone else, am I right
To be your two point five caretaker
And I know you didn’t make her 
But it still feels like force 
And you living without remorse
For your bullet pen 
But if I had a choice, I’d let you in again