Carrying

How about the love
I could have had for you you
Without a name in spite of all
You put me through
I cannot recall you being torn from me
I had gotten high
And I was fast asleep, having no dreams

Mother sends me flowers when my baby dies
Crying on the phone instead of looking in her eyes
Though she would have liked
To see me, see you through
Mother understands it’s what I had to do
But i still don’t know if that’s true