My Friends - Laura Marling

My friends, my dear friends

And lovers, oh my lovers

I’d leave you for them

They got a hand on my back

Mama has money now and Mama has friends

She’s making rags for some uptown hags

With their money in bags

And why are you so sad?

Why are you always so sad?

Why do I not understand?

Why don’t I see what it is you see?

Why can I live and just be?

I’m full of guilt

I am full of guilt

You’re very tall, you’re very handsome

You have it all, your skin smells like man

And I, you never know how I ache

You will never know how I ache

Don’t touch that in grace

Ever considered the sea?

I heard you had to be strong

Why not float around with me?

It won’t take you so long

You can go where I’m at You can hang around with me And a few good men will go where they all

Where they all not be And a few good mothers go for what they,

What they all not teach

And I long for a touch or reminder of us but,

But it must not be And a few strong branches over water reach for what they all not reach

I hope your mother knows where it is you have been

I hope your mother knows what it is you have seen

She’d be so proud

She will never know how I ache