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