Pushy

My mother had a sickness growing inside her,

If there 

was a god, 

is a god,

godding,

I was gonna need some help,

waiting, 

it's rough waiting for a miracle.

I turned to her.

She thinks I'm Pushy.

Needy.

Some sort of push over. 

I am only a man. 

I promised her, when push comes to shove,

I would always be there. 

But she never made that promise.

I try to keep my promises, even the ones I never made,

But lord all mighty.

You know how to break a man.

But I don't wanna break.

I promised and breaking that promise, may make me a dick,

but I am waiting on miracles.

She is a curse.

I'd rather be a dick

than be, 

uh...Pushy.