I don’t know if I’ve said itbut my mom’s nervousness makes me nervousour parents’ moods impact us;the little cells of theirsdirectlypermeablydeeplylastingly yet we don’t see it everyday
I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to see it I just want to touch it, smell it, feel it.
Look sweetheart, my life is fked up and I’m pretty much a mess, but look at me! All goofy and funny, hanging low and smiling with a missing buck tooth and with raggedy old baggy pants on. Can’t you see? I’m dyin, but I’m smiling All for you, and all for me, sweetheart.