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A piece about trying to communicate with my mother

Sit drinking in the afternoon, looking at the rain
The gin tastes bitter but it takes away the pain
I wish that you could be me
If only for one day
To hear them scream at you silently
Wonder what you'd say
And its
Sweet, bittersweet, isn't it
Sweet, isn't it so sweet

You ask me what's the matter, with a little frown
But you won't listen to the answer, only put me down
Deep inside there burns a fire
That will never go away
Nerves pulled tight as a piano wire
On which your words play
And its
Sweet, bittersweet, isn't it
Sweet, isn't it so sweet

Its not love, nor is it hate, but something in between
You turned your face from me as you washed your hands clean
Understanding, well I guess
Just ain't your forte
And the anger's hard to supress
In this cold cafe
And its
Sweet, bittersweet, isn't it
Sweet, isn't it so sweet