For Molly Marie
Three months never felt so long...

I can't please Sam cuz I'm no good
And Max is perfect, no one could...

Its so clear in my memory
Checkered flannel, black and white...

Place to be free
You're just finding it now...

Today is not much different
Same as yesterday's before...

The deadline is coming
Just hours away...

His old white face is looking down
The moon sits among the highs...

Tension tension apprehension
Apprehension rising rising...

4 years old holding Mommy's hand
She took me to the park...

Take me in your arms again
Bring me far from here...

Like an antique music box
You make my voice sound old and broken...

I thought that what I did was right
I patched it up and stitched it tight...