(S)mothering and Coaching

Make them go away , you seem so low
They seem so low, make them go away

They're always shopping, never think to stopping us
When they meet us down the road
Frequently for squeezing, anything too pleasing them
When they drop us in our homes
Down the road

You tear your childhood down from the cheekbone
You sound me down and you tell me you'll never
Spend days unfazed not to tell me, "I love you"

And they might not be playing solo
And they might not be playing for the team
What team?
And so they're moving out in circles
To know themselves a life and pleasant dreams
Whose dreams?

Baby, don't go
We'll miss you so much
This is your home
Baby, don't go