[The least you could do was just tell me a lie] M e r c e d e s
Sometimes when we talk I get the urge to tell you I love you I don’t always say it though You talk about your mother with me, you speak like she Hung the moon and stars for you Tell me we’d get along It makes me really sad, and I’m afraid to tell you because it’s a me problem that I can’t function around people when they speak of their mothers That an overwhelming jealousy takes me over Holding back tears while singing hymns because I watched a mother lovingly touch her teenage daughter And I stopped knowing how to function I’ve told you it made me sad before You apologized, and I felt bad Because you said you’d stop talking about her but I wanted to know So bad Even if I lost control of my emotions at 8:07 on a Tuesday evening I think you forgot though I think I forgot too 186
