mother's regret

Sitting at the altar of my mother's dresser, that pearl noose tightening on me

Lips are stained red with the taste of her regret, I'm something that she doesn't wanna see

This mirror isn't what I expected, picking and choosing what to reflect

The rest of my life seems to be set, all doused in the feeling of my mother's regret

And I can't blame her for her reluctance, Lord knows I'm not what she expected

And I probably could've been better

Yeah, I probably could've been better

Running through the hallway of my father's safe place, the walls are closing on me

The lights all flicker with his irritation, and every misstep tells him that I'm weak

This home isn't what I expected, picking and choosing what to accept