“The Mother We Share” by Chvrches from The Bones of What You Believe
The mom we share,
Well, she tires hard, doesn’t she?
Tries hard, it’s true
But maybe that doesn’t mean much, to me
You must say though
She means well
Perhaps, perhaps, but this isn’t a participation award
I won’t buy that sell
I just worry
This anger can’t be good
No, it’s bad, very bad
But I can’t pretend my head is a block of wood
Please just try to get along
We can have a good holiday
I promise my best behavior
With only the subtlest of contempt on display
Why can’t you play nice?
I’m just not willing to pay that price
She really is trying so hard.
Maybe, by now, she doesn’t get to play that card