I'm 13 now and don't know how my friends
could be so mean. I come home crying
And you hold me tight, and grab your keys.
And we drive and drive until we've found a town
far enough away. We talk and window shop
until I forgot all their names. I don't know who
I'm gonna talk to now at school. But I know that
I'm Iaughing con the car ride home with you.
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel ok.
But I know I had the best day with you today
I love you, Mom.