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It's deja vu
I'm here with you
Just staring at a ceiling fan,
Listening to you cry again

Your tears on my chest
I guess we're not having sex
We're going on 3 hours of this
Like I'm your pretty therapist

But my mask is feeling like it's slipping,
I want to be there but baby I've got my limits

You say I'll be a great mother someday, maybe
But I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I never wanted to be this way, you made me
I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I'm not maternal, babe, and you ain't my baby

Maybe I'm not wired right
I know it's ok to cry
But everyone's burdens are mine
And I am just so f*cking tired

I was a well of patience and of understanding
Now I'm dry as hell and I cannot just keep pretending

You say I'll be a great mother someday, maybe
But I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I never wanted to be this way, you made me
I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I'm not maternal, babe, and you ain't my baby

I've been thinking, I'm leaving this weekend
I'm packing my baggage, and I'm leaving all yours

It's not you, it's me and my need to be needed
But I'm finally closing that door

You say I'll be a great mother someday, maybe
But I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I never wanted to be this way, you made me
I'm not maternal, babe, you're just a baby
I'm not maternal, babe, and you ain't my baby

Life's too short, this bed's too small
I've got my own shit to solve
I'm sorry that I wrote this song
(But maybe you should call your mom)