The past few days have been nothing but on-going drama with my mom On vacation we didn't talk because of my nose ring, At work she doesn't talk to me or let me cashier, I'm not getting a car now (I have to buy it all myself if I want one) And now I find out she's not letting me get my lisence We're going on vacation instead (a one day vacation, and she picked that day) God knows how long an open appointment will be
It seems to be one thing after the other with her And I can't handle it I know it'll only get worse And if it weren't for Devin, I'd so be fucking out of there
Sometimes at work, I think about sitting on the floor in that big ol' grocery store and crying and crying and crying and crying and crying and crying
Mom, I miss you It's an easy to hide nose ring Please, get over yourself And give me my REAL mom back
The one who would rub my feet to wake me up And talk shit about the people we work with And sing with me in the car
