I told you mother I’m really not in the mood to be talking about it
It’s been on my mind and bothering me for a few weeks now
And we’ve discussed all the options
I haven’t come to any conclusions about it and I’m really not sure what to do
I know that you would love to help me
But mother, I end up getting excited and upset when we carry on this way
You just shake your head after you know it all and judge me
It always just turns into you telling me you told me so
That you have brought me up better than this
And I just can’t take that right now
Mama, I love you.
How do you like my red sweater, mama?
