I rail against making shitty art
Because I’ve got to do it with heart 
But sometimes I’ve just got to pour the cracks and creases
With a love that never ceases 
As I flex my knuckles to breaking point 
And somewhere a baby anoint 
Into a chasm of a different making 
Am I labouring under what I’m forsaking 
The church and motherhood
Do I give both up for good 
Because I’m nearly thirty four 
And I’ve been told to make shakes or the floor 
Will drop out from under my feet
In the instance of a heartbeat
And is it just to reclaim the child within 
That I want one with him 
Though I’d never say 
Not face to face anyway 
In my hidden stance I defy 
All the parts of him that try to die
Against my will 
Does he even know what he would kill 
If he thought to take the drink and spill 
It out over the ground 
I don’t make a sound 
As the earth quakes 
But something in me breaks 
As though he’s taking a hammer to it 
And nothing, not even his wit
Can put it back together 
Are we all summer weather 
Friends
And when it all ends 
Will anything remain 
If I play this track again 

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