I can’t help but feel blocked
I can’t help but still feel shocked
I’m going to have a baby
4 months to go
I’m going to have a baby
Fuck where did the time go?
Before you came along
I was meditating yoga-ing
& traveling along
Scheduling the festivals
And dreaming of a van
Marriage came
I gave up my name
But he never treated me
Like a ball and chain
I could come and go
As I please
Standing in front of the band
Never acting like a tease
There for the music
Appreciating the show
Always in love with the music
Never acting like a foe
Monroe came
And everything has changed
Monroe is coming
And I feel so ashamed
What kind of mother will I be?
When I’m terrified I’ll fuck
The life up inside of me
What kind of mother will I be?
When I crave the silence
The dark night brings
I hear so much advice
I decided to hide in my clothes
My stomach is getting bigger
But myself I see her let go
I’m a rollercoaster
I get to blame on hormones
I hate roller coasters
I want the steady
Streaming flow
I know when you are here
I will act more clear
But today I’m in my head
Too early to go to bed
So I lay here wondering
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What kind of mother will I be
When I already love you so much
What kind of mother will I be
When I’m terrified for you
To be raised by me?
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.
Will I set you up for success?
Or hover way too much?
Will I let anyone in
Or hide from the congratulations show?
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I picture the day I meet you
I can’t contain my tears
I can’t believe your coming
How did God let me have this cheer?
.
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I’m terrified to meet you
But your everything I want
I’m scared of the first time
I’ll hold you
Afraid I’ll never let you go
I fast forward a couple decades
To freak myself out a little more
What will you be like?
When I take you to the show?
I hope you find yourself
Better than I found mine
.
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I hope you have dear friends
That can always read your mind
.
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Don’t hide like I did
I wasted a lot of time
.
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Don’t confide like I did
In the only Dear twin mind
.
.
Depend on yourself
At the end of the day
Be your safe space
.
.
But don’t be scared to
Let people in
Let them show you
You don’t depend
.
.
On them
on me
On old glor-y
.
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It is in you
That you will
Find your truth
.
.
Monroe I ask
For forgiveness
We still have 4 months left
Monroe I ask
For patience
I’ve never done this
Mommy thing before
.
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I feel like a child
Finding out I’m
Having a child
.
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I feel insecure
About being your Mother
I feel insecure
I won’t tell another
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.
Monroe your healthy
I saw you this week
My baby your changing
I can’t wait to fully see
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I’m going to be a mother
Where did the time go?
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