Tides That bind with you
Baby
The baby seems to want to be here
Baby, you like the way your predicatment has caused your downfall
Baby will pick you up
When he calls you your name that you have substituted to subdue your inner tree of steming families
Baby
Or is it the laughter that struck your chords like heart strings in love
Or both
Your babies and babies can't match
He can't call you a person, he can't call you a woman, he can't call you when the time is needed
Only baby
Baby, please listen to the uproarous, flasked, masked mass that lays in your palms
That pslam you didn't obey
But at the moment, the grinding moment of anticiaption that he can only call you
God
He can only say what you made him, what he made a figment of distorted imagination because all he sees is you
His baby
Blinded by the felling, the touching it's healing your invisible scars
You don't listen to your voice
Only his
And all he can call you when the outcome has come out
Is baby