All my soul, my head and aching tummy,
Why in the world was my mother taken from me,
Up until the last minuite, of looking for the best answer,
As hard as she tried she couldn't outrun breast cancer,
What am I supposed to do? I need atleast another year,
There comes everyday I need to have my mother here,
I need to talk to her, it's important, it seems to be,
I gotta make sure she understands how much she means to me,
Who'll be there to, pick me up by the waistband?
Plus I promised one day that I'd take her to graceland,
There's thing she needs to see, for instance I plan building,
A familly of my own, she never had grandchildren,
She always helped to make my work around the kitchen painless,
I want her to see me when I'm finally rich and famous,
Who will I ask my stupid questions when they come up?
My first impulse is, I want to call my mum up,
But, then I'm standing there, holding a telephone,
Wishing this headache would leave me the hell alone,
The last thing I need is for pain to fill my empty spaces,
'Cos, right now I've got pain in plenty of places,
I need to make her laugh more, I want to have a picture taken,
She always told her friends about the music her son Richard's making,
I need to listen to her stories and, tell her my own ones,
And I want her to watch when I hit lots of home runs,
For a few things I, need to say I'm sorry, blame me instead of yourself,
And as for Laura and Amy, I'll make sure they're OK, and that they always wear a seatbelt, I promise to ease off whenever the heat's felt,
I wanna go home and show off this weekend,
But, I feel like I just might go off the deep end,
It's painful being here, but it's unfit there,
My mother's gone away and it's not one bit fair.

'65 Buick.

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