mom cut fruit

eaJ

Compositor: eaJ

Dear mom

You love me when you’re happy
You love me when you’re not
And somehow you stay loving
Even when the smiles are gone

And no one compares to you
And somehow I always knew

You made my worst days feel like Sundays and cut fruit
And Mondays and cut fruit
On Tuesdays forgot to
Say thank you for Sundays
And cut fruit