Mom

You want to know me To understand how I became the one that I am To wash the last eight years off your hands I understand you But I can't talk about the fire tonight I can't talk about Christmas plans at Starbucks Just for today, I want to feel small I used to sleep in the Walmart car park To coast-to-coast, 5:50 am I was so desperate And out of money My allegiance was pledged to no one But you never said anything