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 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 And I, you never know how I ache You will never know how I ache Don't touch that in grace 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 And a few good men will go where they all Where they all not be And a few good mothers go for what they, What they all not teach And 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 all 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 She will never know how I ache --- My Friends - Laura Marling