I Went Home Letra

Of getting offers of being mother

What's the shape? And what's its color?

I've given up feeling my own skin
And all my answers don't hold water

Now I, now I, now I
I don't want them to see me like this
I don't want them to see me like this

(Of standing up)
(Of doing out my time)
(Of getting offers)
(Of being mother)