Somewhere Up There

Baby
I guess I'm lost
I saw you falling apart, I thought it was all my fault

And then we make up, and now you say
And now you say
With your voice like an angel attached to a black pair of wings

And that's the point
Because since we joined
The crowd started screaming and we couldn't hear over the noise

You spoke inside
But in my head
I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me try
Ooh

Caught in the middle of deceptions, just to get
A part in the elders and authority figures that would
Come to be elders, the truths, and the liars
They're holding us both to the flames

So now I cry
I'm only trying
To turn our head to reality
And it's so defying

It killed the pain
The time it takes
To end all of the talking and following me
I'm in pain

And I'll disallow
And I'll disallow

You know when children are very little the child-mother
Nurturer, let's call her mother
Mother bond is developed
From day one
Starts real early and continues
There are three fundamental attachments that you can be
Secure, ambivalent, or distant, in your attachment
In other words, insecure, in your attachment
So, um

Hi Mike, this is Mom
Sorry I missed your call, I was out
I'm out in the garden, gardening, my favorite thing
Um, anyway, thanks for the call
I love you too, um, hope you're doing well
Anyway, um, uh, okay. Just hanging out there
We're here and, everybody else is elsewhere
Matt's coming home this week from school and, um, whatever
Okay. Talk to you. Love you
Thanks for calling. Bye