A Mother’s Confession Songtext
von Amanda Palmer

Our son is four months old
His name is Anthony or Ash for short
And he′s too small to do things by himself
We were in L.A. over Christmas in a rental and we jury-rigged
A place to change his diapers on a shelf
I was peeing in the bathroom
And had left for just a second
'Cause I thought he couldn′t move and he was safe
As I came out I saw him falling in slow motion to the floor
It was probably the worst moment of my life

And then I accidentally stole a thing of ChapStick from the Safeway
I didn't see it 'til we got out to the car
I would have usually returned it
But I was overwhelmed and late
To take the baby to my cousin′s up in Carmel Bay


In my defense, I′d bought like $87 worth of groceries
And the ChapStick was a $1.99
I know it wasn't the right thing to use
My newborn child as an excuse
But it felt like a good reason at the time

And as I pulled out of the parking lot I cried
And as I pulled onto the highway I said: right?
At least the baby didn′t die
At least the baby didn't die

And then we went to Sarasota
To see Neil′s cousin Helen
For her birthday she just turned ninety-nine
We were also there for Sidney
Who was ninety-four two days before
But he was sick, so mostly it was Ash and Helen time

She survived the Warsaw ghetto
And she always says: I love you
When she sees you 'cause she knows you never know
She′d worked for months while I was pregnant
On a gorgeous handmade blanket
Her almost-hundred-year-old hands crocheting every row


I'd been emailing her pictures of the baby and the blanket
Every day since she had sent it in the mail
But they were of one that someone else had knitted
She was really nice about it
Then I went and shoplifted a pair of ugly sunglasses
From Goodwill, they were on my head
I'd tried them on and left them there
But that′s not really bad compared to
When we left the baby in the car

At least he wasn′t in there very long
And not directly in the sun
And thank God no-one walking by
Happened to notice what we'd done
I′m even scared to put these lyrics in a song

But everything is relative and everyone's related
I can′t do that much right now
But take care of this baby
I figure everything's technically all right
If at least this baby doesn′t die

And then I took a plane to Washington alone
So we could visit Jason Webley who's his godfather
And plays a mean accordion
I couldn't wait to see him and share tales of our disasters
Over dinners in his houseboat
When I saw I′d lost my passport

So I got a rush appointment at the place where you replace them
And I drove the baby in
And on the way I got a speeding ticket

When the cop came to the window
I was shaking and I said I′m sorry
But you couldn't hear me
That′s how loud the sound of screaming was
'Cause he was hungry
And I think that I was speeding
′Cause I panic when I hear him cry
My God, what kind of a mother am I?

And as I pulled out of the breakdown lane I cried
And as I pulled out on the highway I said: right?
At least the baby didn't die
At least the baby didn′t die

While I was waiting for my passport I was hungry so
I twittered for a coffee in the neighborhood
And there I saw a woman who was sitting at the bar
And it was noon and she was drinking
And she called across the diner to me
How old is your baby?
And she smiled at us nursing
And she said she had a daughter who was grown
And then she paused
And said she also had a son

And when I'd paid and was about to leave
I picked him up
and crossed the room and touched her sleeve
I said: hey, this baby wanted to say hi
And she held him tight and she started to cry

And I'm sorry that this story′s gotten long
And that everybody′s crying in this song

And then I got back in the car and turned the radio and heater on
And sat there with the baby in the back
And they were talking about Syria and climate change and ISIS
And the candidates' positions on Iraq
I feel so useless in this universe
I know I could be doing worse
I′m trying hard to stay at peace inside
I know it's hard to be a parent
But this mess is so gigantic
I wonder if I should have had a child

And as I pulled out of the parking lot I cried
And as I pulled out on the highway I said: right
At least the baby didn′t die, right?
At least the baby didn't die
At least the baby didn′t die
At least the baby didn't die

I may not make it to the passport place on time
And they might revoke my license for a while
And I might get caught for retroactive theft
And I might get turned into the DSS
But at least the baby didn't die