Why do we deserve patents
When we aren't the painters of this life

And now it's a competition between you and mom
About who ******* me up the least
It was you, and mom when you did those things I won't say but will do,

I will say sorry though,
'Cause I feel bad,
Sometimes for being here.
Everything good happend before I came along.
According to your anecdotes I was the buffer to your happiness.
Your notes changed from melodies to memories
It's now lullabies to baby at 3am

But to be honest this isn't on me
You're too busy missing the old
You forgot to love new.
The new fat that shows I'll always be a part of you,
You didn't look in my eyes when they said you're the most beautiful thing I've seen
The sun is still out, it's just landed on a new beautiful
You need to appreciate, and know that to be mom is to be everything that you already are