I was a pill, you swallowed me down They say that I got your mouth Daughter from hell, hungry and loud You made me a plate, you lent me your life somehow
And I want your patience I want your grace I want your sugar I want to say how much I owe ya I've loved your shoulder
The mantle of stones, your rosemary cloud You talk to the trees out loud With both of your hands, you held up our house And down to my bones, I hope that I make you proud
And now I want your metal I want your goodness I want your current And I want to say how much I owe ya I've loved your shoulder
I want your color I want you to knowing I want your mirror And I want to say how much I owe ya I've loved your shoulder (oh)
I want your patience I want your grace I want your sugar (Oh) and I want to say how much I owe ya I've loved your shoulder
Daughter from hell, but I came around I'll try to become you now
