until my fingers turn black and blue.
You're the closest thing that
I have to a muse
I know that I'm hard to guide
I'll fool around and waste my time
Trying to see everything eye to eye
With you
And
It'll never happen
Like you're Fourty, I'm Eleven,
The difference is too grand of a size
But despite the distance,
I sure gotta try.
You're my mom and I love you
Tattoos aren't the end of the world.
I know they look like stains to you
They make you wanna hurl.
I read in an article
Tattoos help the particles
Of bacteria in your body stay in check
But even if I showed you that,
If I got one, you'd say "what the heck".
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