Two-Headed Mother
Ethel Cain
You know
You know
You know
You know
You think that you create the waves
But I create you
Two-headed mother in your bed
You know she hates you
Kissing tyrannical heads spitting at you
Babe, fire you wade through
The ways I fuck myself and get down good
Never need to mind you
I’ve loved before, I’ll kill again
You’re just the worst of all my men
I'm not gon’ pull you out the den so they don’t bite you
I won’t feel good again until I'm up inside you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I’ll love till I'm sore
I don’t love you
I don’t love you
I don’t love you
I don’t love you no morе
Two-headed mother pullеd you from the black
And she can send you back
