I'll try to describe the way that it felt
To tell my own mother her son is a failure
His heart is too cold to love anyone but himself

It's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest
Your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood
And your quivering throat keeps choking on those words

Mama I tried a thousand times, I'm frozen to the core
Your son is a glorious mess
Who wrecks anything he adores but deep in his center he swears
There's a candle just waiting to burn and melt

So who's gonna burn him yeah who's gonna break him
Into a thousand pieces melting over flames of perfection
I once felt its warmth but it left me shivering in the dark

Mama I tired a thousand times, the pieces wouldn't fit
Son, love is a punch in the eye
It's a sudden and swift surprise it's not a candle not waiting to burn
So baby, just wait your turn, baby just wait your turn
And when it hits you you'll feel through rose colored apathy
Through the blues that bruise can leave, was it really worth the wait?