a long A

you're kind of strange
but I guess you could say the same
about me

it's mother's day
and I wish I was you, babe
but I'm nobody's

your middle name
is a word that I can't say
I'm sorry, honey

I feel ashamed
from your gaze, should I refrain,
sway or stay

hi, hi, hi, hey
I'm glad you're not me
hi, hi, hi, hey
I'm glad it's not Sunday

make up your mind
or I will just take mine away
all right, baby

a small price
for such a large and lovely stain
is it that insane?

wash it away
the bleach won't sting past yesterday
inching down the drain

your voice strains
but it's still living inside my brain
for at least one more day