Well, there was an old women who said her goodbyes
By gathering everyone she knew and telling them her lies
"I wasn't faithful to my husband, I lied to my friends
But in the end, I was thinking about you."
When my mom had my brother, she was no older than me
So why is it so hard to imagine a family
Where I'm the one in charge, and not just a kid?
And I think of what she did
And my mind tells me to stop and compare what we do
On top of everything, she was just a child too
She wasn't giving up, despite the things she said
When she left, she was thinking about you
I convince myself every day I'm not gonna disappear
You think I'd be okay with the thought after twenty years
But the ideas keep me up and even if I could sleep
I wouldn't wanna dream 'cause I'm thinking about you
And it's driving me mad
I don't want to think about what we said
Or have to justify why I stay in bed
Instead of going out with my friends all the time
Is it so hard to believe that sometimes we
As human beings get sad?