all mothers have concerns
are they gone? are they gone? are they gone?

a sweet thing i mighta been
my worst behavior only
a more valuable lesson in
sin and consequence
so i slipped into the world well-equipped
well, i quit

oh no, mother, i regret the mess i make
i deserve no cash nor birthday cake
a life more ordinary
i had every intention
are they gone? are they gone? are they gone?

but images unknown without me
leave reason overthrown
could i please you and abandon
hypothetic poetry?

to cry for a miracle or somethin’
to cover up my clumsy strummin’
anywhere you want to pin your hopes
i’m a joke

i love you too much for my own good (my own good)
but my own good’s no good at all
not at all ah ah
oh no good at all—ah!

i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it
i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it
i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it
i couldn’t i couldn’t i couldn’t do it