During her first trimester, the narrator wasn\'t actually ready to keep the baby\nHow common of me not to rise above\nAnd I try to deny this gauzy reverie\nThis train never arrives\n\nshe couldn\'t get an abortion since she either does not want to, or realises she has past the number of weeks to get one, so that\'s one week after.\nAll of my lines have been stolen\n\nAnd her man didn\'t care enough for her in the meantime.\nDon\'t trust to forget the love that\'s mislaid\nI can\'t rely, perhaps I can\'t decide\n\nSo both of them forced themselves to accept the situation\nHold out for the day, you beg me to stay\nWe\'re more than you could ever imagine\n\nshe had nausea\nHow gravid the moon on the cusp of the sea, buttering me up\n\nbut her belly didn\'t show much\nHow it petrifies\n\nand wished to lose the baby.\nFor all that isn\'t mine\nLaugh as we crash in
During her first trimester, the narrator wasn\'t actually ready to keep the baby\nHow common of me not to rise above\nAnd I try to deny this gauzy reverie\nThis train never arrives\n\nshe couldn\'t get an abortion since she either does not want to, or realises she has past the number of weeks to get one, so that\'s one week after.\nAll of my lines have been stolen\n\nAnd her man didn\'t care enough for her in the meantime.\nDon\'t trust to forget the love that\'s mislaid\nI can\'t rely, perhaps I can\'t decide\n\nSo both of them forced themselves to accept the situation\nHold out for the day, you beg me to stay\nWe\'re more than you could ever imagine\n\nshe had nausea\nHow gravid the moon on the cusp of the sea, buttering me up\n\nbut her belly didn\'t show much\nHow it petrifies\n\nand wished to lose the baby.\nFor all that isn\'t mine\nLaugh as we crash in