She says, Mom,
He is meant for me.
But she turns me on,
She turns me on.
And I’ve worked long
To make you proud.
I’ve turned my soul
Inside out.
And what is wrong
To be sorry for?
What is wrong?
Can you be sure
That God doesn’t live here anymore?
Now don’t feel gone,
Defeated or ashamed.
I feel strong.
Yeah, I feel strong.
And I think truth
Isn’t easy to escape;
Not if it’s what you want,
When it’s what you want.
And what is wrong
To be sorry for?
And what is wrong?
Can you be sure
That God doesn’t live here anymore?
Leaning into the turns,
And I’m ready to learn.
She says, ‘Mom,
I’ve got a different mind.
But it’s not your fault.
And what is wrong
To be sorry for?
And what is wrong?
Can you be sure
That God doesn’t live here anymore?”
Anymore, anymore, anymore