Lyrics

[Intro]
(Verse 1)
The first truth was a heartbeat underneath my own
A secret rhythm in the dark before you were known
I traced the map of your life through a thin layer of skin
Not knowing where I ended and where you'd begin
Then the world broke you open with a cry and a breath
And I felt the kind of fear that's a cousin to death I spent the first decade trying to keep you from the rain
Finding out a mother's joy is just a different name for pain.
(Chorus)
And the truth is, it's not all lullabies and light
It's the heavy, quiet worry in the middle of the night
It's the cord that we cut that refuses to break
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It's every sacrifice I didn't know I'd have to make
I'm the shore you leave, and the harbor when you're done
That's the honest, jagged truth between a mother and her son.
(Verse 2)
The second truth was the silence growing in the halls
The way you turned your back and built up the walls
You started smelling like the wind and looking like your ghost
At the age when you needed me the least, I loved you the most
We traded poetry for static, and soft words for pride
Both of us too stubborn to show what was inside
I had to watch you stumble, had to let you feel the burn
Because a lesson given isn't half as good as one you earn.
(Chorus)
And the truth is, it's not all lullabies and light
It's the hard, heavy silence in the middle of a fight
It's the cord that we cut that refuses to break
It's the weight of every choice I had to watch you make
I'm the shore you leave, and the harbor when you're done
That's the honest, jagged truth between a mother and her son.
(Bridge)
Sometimes I see my temper in the way you set your jaw
And you see the girl I was, before life became the law
I'm not a saint in a frame, I'm just a woman who tried
To keep the best of myself tucked away on your side
And you're not my trophy, and you're not my second chance
You're just a man findin' his rhythm in a complicated dance.
(Verse 3)
The final truth is the way you look at me now
With a little bit of mercy written on your brow
You don't need me to fix it, you don't need me to stay
You just need to know I'm standing a phone call away
It's a different kind of love when the son becomes a man
And he holds his mother's fragile life in the palm of his hand.Yeah, the truth is a circle.
From my arms to the world, then back to the door.
I don't own you, I never did.
But I'm yours, forevermore.
Just a mother and her son.
The truth is, we've only just begun.