When I am sad
my mother sends me apples
my friends send me booze
I'm hangover in somebody's bed
my mother toldme to keep hydrated
I'm clenching my thirst in the wrong wells
the answer is right there
but I'm not ready yet to accept that mistakes
are sometimes only that
I am sorry, I am
for my mom, for not listening
for myself, for not being smart
I'll keep passing up the apples
and I take beer over water
but when I lie in the gutter
I still know the answer
It's right there
justkiddiing