My Friends - Laura Marling

07 My Friends
My friends my dear friends
And lovers oh my lovers
I'd leave you for them
They got a hand on my back
Mama has money now and mama has friends
She's making rags for some uptown hags
With their money in bags
And why are you so sad
Why are you always so sad
Why do I not understand
Why don't I see what it is you see
Why can't I live and just be
I'm full of guilt
I am full of guilt
You're very tall you're very handsome
You have it all your skin smells like man
You never know how I ache
You will never know how I ache
Ever considered the sea
I heard you had to be strong
Why not float around with me
It won't take you so long
You can go where I'm at
You can hang around with me
A few good men will go where they ought
Where they ought to be
And a few good mothers go for what they
What they ought to teach
I long for a touch or reminder of us but
But it must not be
And a few strong branches over water reach
For what they ought not reach
I hope your mother knows where it is you have been
I hope your mother knows what it is you have seen
She'd be so proud