cause your motherly touch feels like manipulation
and your fatherly concern feels like insincerity.
your eyes go green when you look at me.
bank account, back up atm, i'll piggy back you both out of this mess.

but when i turn to him, why are you both perplexed?

craving a shoulder to lead on, a leader to lead me on.
a touch that feels like what my mother's should,
a voice that consoles me like no one else could.

when i want to put this all down and rest my eyes.
when i want to cave in, let the tears fall, guess who comes to mind?

in flashes of gold and pink, the thought of him makes my heart sing.
why did you both have to pale so much in comparison?
both busy being busy, so loneliness became family to me.

at some point anyone with a heart beat would have sufficed.
but his blood is warm and his favourite laugh is mine