Dear Mamma
It’s almost my birthday
You knew I’d use my thumbs
They flick the ashes to the ground
And keep me on the run
Now, Dear Mamma
Is it frightening to watch yourself get old?
Mamma, will I know when I’ve found home?
Now, Dear Mamma
It seems to me
Just the sun and moon are real
And they’re the furthest things
The furthest things from my touch
(From my touch.)

Well, I don’t like who I am
Who I’ve been
Or who I’ll be
And I know my reflection
I am a monster
I am the beast and
Dear Mamma there’s no one left but you to pray
You to pray for me

Now, Dear Mamma
The sun is rising
And it’s all uphill from here and
I’ve been running from a levee
That’s gushing water still
Mamma
I’m so sorry, well, for all, of my mistakes
If forgiveness is real, then I might live another day
Now, Mamma
I think I’m broken
Was I born this way?
I’m the worst person that I’ve ever been
And too guilty to explain

Well, I don’t like who I am
Who I’ve been
Or who I’ll be
And I know my reflection
I am a monster
I am the beast
Dear Mamma, there’s no one left but you to pray
You to pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me

Now, Dear Mama
I know you still pray
And I know you pray for me
Oh, Mamma, when you talk to God pray he sets me
Free
Free