Walk Away Squeeze

A black and white photograph
Of me up the garden path
Wrapped up in my football scarf
It sits here in my hand
And there mother smothered me
And how she would mother me
She knew how to suffer me
Like all mothers can
Now she is everywhere
The comb that runs through my hair
My posture on a chair
But that's not who I am
He ran from the arguments
And sat on the garden fence
And lived in the passing tense
That fell from her lips
He tended the house so well
And each time she rang his bell
He'd climb back from where he fell
And gathered his wits
Now I fear the mold is mine
A vibration shakes my spine
As I walk the crooked line
Reality hits

So let me walk free from you
You know that you want me to
Let me try something new
Let me walk away