I reached down To lose my voice again Let me grow And tend to my garden I am catholic guilt Motion sick with Cyclical panicking I'll avoid it If you ask me how I am Don't wait up I'll arrive When you both are asleep There was little To say When I was 15 I'll catch up Whittling Towards the green But it's not your fault Nor the hospital's Ma I know But I'm not much help When I avoid your call Ma I know Validate That you're proud of me Yours is gone Does she haunt your dreams? Validate That you're proud of me Yours is gone Does she haunt your dreams? Validate That you're proud of me I know it's not a walk in the park Where you are I was 16 Punching holes in my closet I reached down To lose my voice again Let me grow And tend to my garden I am catholic guilt Motion sick with Cyclical panicking