Infertility by Whitney Buza Lyrics

Will it be a girl or boy
Comparison's the thief of joy
But so’s a mother's love devoid
Before a chance to start

And shiny cars and jewels and clothes
Crammed and casted in a mold
Substitute the babe‐shaped hole
That used to be my heart

Cogito ergo sum, Descartes
But you don't think, therefore you aren’t
The fraying thread that broke my back‐Spun lyrically to art

“Hello, hi and how are you
Very, very good thank you
You look great, and you do too”
I'm two‐faced to the world

Your x my y, intertwined
The you and me in the flesh
The future that will never be
Will always be a guess
The levees broke my flooded ducts
This message soon will self destruct
You and me now face the world, we have to be enough
Swollen eyes, puffy face
Mascara stained pillowcase
Hollow as Hollywood
Through good times and tough
We have to be enough
We have to be enough