I cannot listen to this song again without thinking of the miscarriage I had at 19. It\'s not a song about miscarriage, but wishing it happened since the narrator does not feel like having the child.\n\nDuring her first trimester, the narrator wasn\'t actually ready to keep the baby ("How common of me not to rise above" and "this train never arrives") and her man didn\'t care enough for her in the meantime ("Don\'t trust to [...] I can\'t decide"). So both of them forced themselves to accept the situation ("we\'re more than you could ever imagine"), she had nausea ("How gravid the moon [...] buttering me up") but her belly didn\'t show much ("how it petrifies"), and wished to lose the baby ("for all that isn\'t mine" and "laugh until we crash in").
I cannot listen to this song again without thinking of the miscarriage I had at 19. It\'s not a song about miscarriage, but wishing it happened since the narrator does not feel like having the child.\n\nDuring her first trimester, the narrator wasn\'t actually ready to keep the baby ("How common of me not to rise above" and "this train never arrives") and her man didn\'t care enough for her in the meantime ("Don\'t trust to [...] I can\'t decide"). So both of them forced themselves to accept the situation ("we\'re more than you could ever imagine"), she had nausea ("How gravid the moon [...] buttering me up") but her belly didn\'t show much ("how it petrifies"), and wished to lose the baby ("for all that isn\'t mine" and "laugh until we crash in").