| Mom: | are you ready to leave |
| Me: | yeah hold on |
| 2 minutes later | |
| Me: | Okay I'm ready |
| Mom: | Okay, but first I have to curl my hair, walk the dogs, watch Gone With The Wind, read this novel, cook enough food for the entire country of Africa, run a 5k marathon, write out my life story by hand, and take a nap |
| Mom: | are you ready to leave |
| Me: | yeah hold on |
| 2 minutes later | |
| Me: | Okay I'm ready |
| Mom: | Okay, but first I have to curl my hair, walk the dogs, watch Gone With The Wind, read this novel, cook enough food for the entire country of Africa, run a 5k marathon, write out my life story by hand, and take a nap |
Your skin’s sheet white And your arms carry scars. Your hair isn’t clean much, your lungs black with tar. And god, you love to argue, you can’t play guitar. But still, let me tell you that I love who you are.