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Martha Wainwright

Report Card

 

Report Card

(album: Love Will Be Reborn - 2021)


Baby, I was there for every second, I made your little bed
I washed your little head, I made what you were fed
But now I, I walk these empty floors, looking through these empty drawers
And everybody knows it's you I'm looking for
If I knew then
What I know now
Then love would not have lived
And I could have gotten out

Bring me your report card, I want to read it again
While I put your empty clothes into an empty bin
I can hardly make it through my gin
Without crying a river and wanting it to end

Jesus is love
Sent from above
I like the wine, and love making passes the time
But it ain't you-your little hands, your precious eyes
Your growing feet, feeling the heat, walking away from me

It ain't me, my baby love
That conjures up above and
Captures the secret stone that makes everybody love
I hope you don't miss me
As much as I miss you
'Cause my heart is always broken
And I don't want you to feel the way I do
We're born and we die alone
But until then I want you home
And every night you'll be
Under the stars with me

And if I seem sad
It's because I am

Bring me your report card, I wanna read it again
While I put your empty clothes into an empty bin
I can hardy make it through my gin
Without crying a river and wanting it to end

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