The Body - Arrange

Sometimes I find my body slowing down

I try to tell myself he’s not around

It’s gotten harder with the thoughts now

My mother sells me words I can’t allow

She cut herself up

And I can’t believe how much I blame myself for the violence

I got so much love for my mama

She tried the best she could to hold our hands

While trying to keep out the grief by washing down pills with the bottle

Sometimes I find my body slowing down

I try to tell myself he’s not around

It’s gotten harder with the thoughts now

My mother sells me words I can’t allow

Sometimes I find my body slowing down

I try to tell myself he’s not around

It’s gotten harder with the thoughts now

My mother sells me words I can’t allow