I'll try to describe
The way that it felt
To tell my own mother
Her son is a failure
His heart is too cold
To love anyone but himself
It's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest
Your whole body shivers as it courses your blood
And your quivering throat keeps choking on those words
Momma, I tried
A thousand times
I'm frozen to the core
Your son is a glorious mess
Who wrecks anything he adores
But deep in his head he swears
There's a candle just waiting to burn
And melt
So who's gonna burn him?
Yeah, who's gonna break him
To a thousand pieces meltin'
Over the flames of perfection?
I once felt it's warmth
But it left me shivering in the dark
Momma, I tried
A thousand times
The pieces wouldn't fit

Son, love is a punch in the eye
It's a sudden and swift surprise
It's not a candle, it's not waiting to burn
So baby, just wait your turn
Baby, just wait your turn
And when it hits you, you'll see
Your rose colored apathy
Through the blues that bruises can leave
Was it really worth the wait?