night time is always so hard
I know I'll feel better in the morning
but first I still have to get through tonight
Nearly every night I have the same image
Of my old bedroom and looking down the hallway at my dad's room and trying hard not to cry so that I would be allowed to call my mom to say goodnight
And missing her so much

That's what I feel
all the time
and now it's about you because there's nobody else for it to be about
but that's where I'm stuck
a child, in bed, trying not to cry from the pain of missing my mom so so much
because if I cry, I can't talk to her

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you