Lyrics:

By Dean Friedman
In the hollow of your arms, snuggled up all safe and warn
You used to tell me tales of unicorns and kings
But how could I comprehend all the things you told me then
Of your madness and your struggling?
And my mind would swim in fantasies, like a piece of driftwood in the sea
I had no touchstone for reality. You were my reality
Like a dark and unlit room or the far side of the moon
Your insanity spoke emptiness and fear
And no matter how I tried, how I questioned and I pried
I just could not penetrate that thin veneer
And I know you tried to comfort me, to soothe and reassure me
But then your strength would always fail and in it's place a silken veil
Like a dried and wrinkled prune, A deflated toy balloon
I cam home and found you strewn across the floor
And as they lay you on your bed I heard you say
'If I a dead, how come it just keeps on hurting more and more?'
And you left me in the early spring. All they said was, 'Mommy's resting.'
And how was I to know, so young, it wasn't something I had done?

So please try and understand, I will love you as I can
I do not blame you; you're not guilty
But still there's no way to describe the relief I finally found
Upon learning it was you, and not me, that was crazy