magpie

Sitting by the fire wishing I was with my mother

And I wanna go home, and I wanna have another

And I know, I know, but where'd I be

If my years had been different, if I knew where I'd be?

And it's never worked out must be something that I lack

My world's too gray and my vision is black

I wanted it so goddamn bad,

That I cut it off, wouldn't call him back

Don't believe in luck, but I wish that I did

I wish it was easy and that I lived