It is strange to think that
From the moment they cut me open
You will not be mine.
I am a floating, bloating vessel
Carrying goods I did not produce
To safer shores I will never know.
These chemicals they fool my body into
Loving the parasite you are
But no pill can make me love you less.
I am afraid when I reach the shore
And they take you from me, bloating no more
I will dig into my flesh and bones, to find
I have and will always carry you inside.