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Save Me From My Mom

Lyrics by Rebecca Migdal

Have you ever had a day
you wish you could eradicate
from history?
The kind of day
when Lady Fortune
wears Medusa’s face
and your destiny
is a mockery?
The phone rang as i combed my nostrils
Headed for the local dive
I slid past vibrating tonsils
Mom ate me alive
Via audio
Here I vertigo

You wouldn’t do it
You couldn’t do it
Don’t do what you are doing to me
You shouldn’t do it
How could you do it?
Don’t do what you are doing to me

What’s that in your fist, Mom?
Of course, a clump of my hair.
Don’t fret, Mom, the nice men
in white coats are here to help you.
Mom says that i don’t care
when will i learn to play fair
Play by the rules that she gave me
Found under catch-22…

Mom says she remembers
how it felt to be in control
Then she lost her grip on me
and dug us into a hole
and lined it with my worn-out-clothes
and ticket stubs to childhood shows
photographs and phonographs
and tape recordings of our laughs
greeting cards and birthday cakes
and saints who never cared for snakes
everything she’s hoped for me
then realised it would never be
everything we ever said
and charts depicting every single
moment of our lives she’s planning
out for us to spend together
till she’s dead

You wouldn’t do it
You couldn’t do it
Don’t do what you are doing to me
You shouldn’t do it
How could you do it Mama?
Don’t do what you are doing to me