I said: I'm sorry, I look this way
She said: Don't you talk like that
She said: I always used to wonder
How you coped with all of that

There are a lot of people hoping
The bullies' Rome will fall to hell
But if we all said the things that we are thinking
We would be like them ourselves

Holy mothers, you be careful
You can love your sons too much
Make them sainted, unacquainted
With a decency in love

You know the way that water falls
Into a cup and it is held?
You know the little metal piece
That's knocked around inside a bell?
You know the middle weight
That's broken with his gloves up anyhow?
I loved you just like that

Holy mothers, you be careful
You can love your sons too much
What good's a tender-hearted liar
If you've given him all of yourself

The school across the street let out
Just let her cry against the dirty car
She heard the children laugh
She said: I wish I never got the part
How does one reclaim a heart?

I want a real friend inside a lover
Who can love himself enough
I might not ever be a mother
'Cause I've loved your sons enough