Natalie

Is it just this time, your mother's come, beating out a different cry, anyone can be phoned, to cover up as dumb , love catches in her throat, a stamping ground for crime, no hint of being done, she won't discuss the fines, doesn't do alone, wants to have some fun, way beyond this zone, it’s you who waits in line, says C’mon mum, shaking like a vine, it nourishes her bones, to see this dirty drum, disguises what she knows, every day lost to wine, she will not waste a crumb, all a waste of time, screaming this is home.