Mother’s Gray (Love You Anyway)

mummy, mummy, i know your
son’s a hopeless

but i’m gigglin’ while breathin’
and nose ain’t even
that runny


but i’m not like you
knew me before.

not much more to complain or
say to you ‘cept i hope we
dance this awkward

again come next
mother’s day,

it seem i know you more
with each day i grow
more gray.

but who really ever
know us?

i’ll ever hold my love for you
tho pen only bleeds
you these black


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