Apron Strings Lyrics

January took away his mother

What a still emptiness to discover

She'd huddled his demons to the backyard

Now they sit atop shoulders and scratch scars

Old wounds gash to a flash flood

An illness mothered by a sad love

He'd latched on underneath a matron wing

In the gallows strangulated by her apron strings

His father confused by his loss

A merciful fate derailed his train of thoughts

The last of him blew into wind

Epitaphs muddled under truant grins

Losing him while he still breathed in air

Was more than a son could even bare

Stuck in a stare alone in his sentences

Died as a guest in the home that we left him in

It's so hard to live without you

I don't know how to

Be happy here

I hope paradise has found you

And love surrounds you

I'll meet you there

A son stripped bare but for his OCD

Checking gas stoves taps bulbs and leaks

Depression transformed to the storm of a century

You can't port safely in memory

Protection ceased he was scared to breathe

Unrest on a headstone of memories

A cemetery coexisting with a living room

That irony lost on his tinted view

The sun set chased him to a slumber

Where he was reunited with a mums hug

A care misplaced allowed him shrink

Over the think cowering to brink

They were under qualified to deal with his ills

So he regulated feels with mixtures of pills

Now he rattles through the day swaddling a cross

Defined by his malady modelling his loss

It's so hard to live without you

I don't know how to

Be happy here

I hope paradise has found you

And love surrounds you

I'll meet you there