C I had a show a few weeks ago F G it's getting harder and harder to sing C and it is hard to focus on my guitar F G C playing when inside a baby is kicking C At first I was sad and scared F G cause this is all I know how to do C then John and Peter played standing up F G C sometimes something will change and that change will change you. C Then I thought back to six years ago F G when Brian Pilkton told me to play C he gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar F G C before that all I could do was count days. C Then I thought back to before my coma F G rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates C all that I knew how to do was put cigarettes F G C out on my self, I took pills and I drank. C And I thought back to when I was 15 F G how I was squeaky clean, and I wanted to die C I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness F G all that I could do was keep living a lie. C Then I think back to that 12 year old poet F G how she didn't know it was what she would be C all she could do was hide under her bed F G C scared to death that somebody might read her diary C See I have changed and I'll keep on changing F G and maybe my songwriting will suffer C but its okay if at the end of the day F G C all i can do next is just be a good mother C its okay if at the end of the day F G C all i can do next is be a good mother.