Working My Way Back to Me, Babe.
Back to work, back to me, back to who I was before.
Mummy mummy mummy ’til I step out of that door.
Working my way back to me before you.
Trying to remember everything that I knew.
The office is the same, so nice to use my name.
Banter and chat, wearing a different hat.
Space to be me, the woman I am now.
I think she has changed because of you somehow.
Less and less I feel like the old me.
I don’t really know her any more now you see.
I drink the same coffee, sit at the same place.
But there’s grey in my hair and lines on my face.
I’m working my way back to me babe, to find the mum I am inside.
I’m working my way back to us now, where mum and me collide.
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