Can I turn this bad mothering around?
A two year old is lost without his mother's good will
He'll run into walls bash his face throw a punch for my love
Even bad mouth me although he doesn't know what that means
I might burn a whole in this heart
Wishing I could do a better job
Wishing for all the world I can be true to him and myself
Myself is what's missing
Find it find it find it you lethargic mind and quite frankly disgraceful human being
Put a smile on this face, wear your heart on your sleeve and blow perfection away with a light breath
Take fear with it too
Turn it into a ruse
Or something funny and so trite it could be magic
Maybe magic
That's what we'll be
Magic us three
Then make daddy proud of the blond, the brunette and me...