You must of seen it from there
My mom said she met Nirvana in the grunge age,
I wonder if she knew she’d have a daughter the same,
He became a design, a profit to sell souls
She used to be in love with her best friend
Talks about the old times like they were yesterday
I’ve heard her whisper, her screams, her cries,
And when she is silent I can see her give away her time
A cigarette in her hand on the porch she sits with my grandma
I wonder who she is,
I’ve known only what was and there’s never time for now
She should of held his hand for a little longer,
A part of me was scared of her
But now sad stories of the past feel like her tears
She kissed her love goodbye before I met her,
And I don’t understand why my wonder scares her,
Maybe I remind her of a shadow one she used to hold close
I wish I could love her more
All I see is the smoke and still I would hug her in a burning fire