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I been sticking letters in these bottles prayin' that you got ‘em

My message never changed meaning you wasn’t an option

I suppose, mum said that the lovin' was close

For the comfort I know, but still her lovin' it shows

I feel her pain and her panic

A constant rain in the hammock

Tryna keep a flame when it’s manic is tough

It's damaging stuff

But mostly patting all my gradual scuffs

I've been there devaluing cuts and I been bleeding out

Certainly I been screamin' out

Captured as I read this out

Hands tied as I speak aloud

Capsize in my feelings

How do I? Wait

Let go of all this baggage I've collected through the years

Livin' in fear isn't livin' if you’re swimmin’ through the tears

I been backstrokin', crap holdin’, more self-loathin'

My back's broken from stayin' open and stayin’ hopin'

See I cry more time

Askin' the Lord why more time

Why couldn't mum find another guy

Who loved her enough to stick around rather than be scared of commitment

and get her pregnant and just duck out

At times I feel guilty

Imagine how tough it must be to see the guy who you loved every day in the face of your only child

See I look like my dad

I smile like my dad

Sometimes I lie like my dad

See, I'm tall like my dad

Sometimes miss the ball like my dad

But my mum said somethin' that's key

She said son you're a reflection of me

Every time you help someone

Every time you say please or thank you, you're a reflection of me

Every time you stay, every time you pray, you're a reflection of me

Every time you cry, every time you try, you're a reflection of me

Every time you love, every time you love, you're a reflection of me