Mother dearest Don't you miss me? Grown-ass men Who all want fixing But I won't I am maternal extortion I'm the womb You're my abortion Choke on your guilt, at least that's an action From which I will never get satisfaction The mother, the daughter, your personal savior Born to perform all emotional labor Wring me out Bleed me dry Use me till I fucking die How do you like me now? I bet you'll love me now How do you like me?