Mother, give me back my old room
I won't make a mess like I used to
I won't play my records


Loud at nights I'll keep it quiet
Mother, let me have my old bed back

and lay out clothes for me

People give me work and money

They depend on me now
If they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is
If they only knew how thin the ice they walk on is


Mother, please make my decisions
Like you once did

This time I won't pester you about it, I'll surrender

Mother, these streets are too cold for me

I'm standing by your door
A plant under each arm,
let me move back in


Father, the last time you offered to teach me all about the Baltic Sea
it was wasted on me

Now I'm ready, throw me once again the footballs you tried to throw
and this time I will catch and learn and know


Mother, if that's not enough bring me all the way back to my original address
to your womb


I have trouble sleeping but I don't recall I had while in your womb.