why did you reach out to me?
what are you hoping to grab a hold of?
i have nothing for you but regrets,
i can't even conjure up forgiveness yet
there's just too much we haven't said.
and it's been so long and there's
been so much pain and loss and rage
we were never friends . . . were we?
maybe that one day at disneyland
when you got me drunk when i got home
vodka martinis in a can, i remember
and maybe if we'd talked that night
we could have held on to some kind of love
i've tried, or thought about trying
and i just can't anymore, there is no point
will we be at odds until the end?
leaving me with these countless questions?
that's what i'm afraid of, mom.
