Lyrics
she does it well
she gets us up
brings us closer to drifting away
reminds us of our mother
perfect like no other
for which we've suffocated lovers
for they were the women
that failed to replicate
the woman we failed to appreciate
and we're still the lonely souls
our mother failed to initiate
i'm going home with the girl
who takes her clothes off for money
(unless you know
what you're looking for
the words in this space
won't mean a thing to you)
and we're drawn into her
and painted into corners
with vacant eyes
she simulates our mother
the woman we failed to appreciate
she'll raise her arms to god
then bring her palms to the floor
and brilliant revelation to all
and an opening for our minds to explore
i'm saving the soul of a girl
who takes her clothes off for me
and our mother couldn't understand
what we needed her to be
so we're left holding this whore so high
but not as high as she is
or needs to be
to be what we need
to get us up
to get us off
i'm losing my soul saving a girl
who takes her clothes off for me
come close
let me cut the ties that bind you
and blow through all the illusions
that blind you