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