[Verse]
When did we get so old and tired?
These pulls are separated fire
Make memories of what you still want
Take everything you can in your arms
[Chorus]x2
And at last you'll be a good mom
Because you had one
And all these good thoughts from my womb
Don't help at all
[Verse]
When did we get so old and tired?
These pulls are separated fire
Make memories of what you still want
Take everything you can in your arms
[Chorus]x2
And at last you'll be a good mom
Because you had one
And all these good thoughts from my womb
Don't help at all
[Post-Chorus]
If it was your birth
If it was your birth
If it was your birth
If it was your birth
[Bridge]
Grateful for the family that loves me back
But I can’t seem to make my own
Nothing’s left to love
All of mine
[Outro]
All of mine
All of mine
Nothing’s left to love
All of mine
All of mine
All of mine
Nothing’s left to love
All of mine