Conversations - Mother Mother

Sometimes engaging

In conversation’s like pulling teeth

The words are assumed

And all is consumed but the moment

The faces are empty

And so are my bedsheets

But my bedsheets keep me warm

Stuck in my side

In the shape of my pride is a deep thorn

Yeah well, I’d do anything

Just to feel genuine

Yeah well, I’d do just about anything

Just to feel genuine

Well, hey man, how you go?

Good

Me?

Yeah, I’m so-so

But do you really wanna know?

You ask me my name

I play your little game

Your little big show

Yeah well, I’d do anything

Just to feel genuine

Yeah well, I’d do just about anything

Just to feel genuine