I visited a doctor and took off work, Mom
There is a bag of cough drops and fog outside, Mom
I don't know what to do with my head these days, Mom
Since repetition is therapy, I'll say it again, Mom
I'm wanting you back in a chorus of 4/4 time and useless rhyming syllables, Mom
These days Jennifer is cut to the crap mom
She's gotten to where she knows me like the back of her hand mom
Aunt Wendi is breakfast table wisdom mom
Mrs. Grey and Mrs. Snyder are safe place moms
Nana is the name on my tongue when I'm sick mom
But none of them replace you perfectly, Mom
I want you to be a part of my life again, Mom
I want to talk to you and let you give me advice, Mom
Help me pick out a prom dress and even tell me what to wear, Mom
Nothing feels the same around Christmas without a mom
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