Every day we drive by.
And every day, like clock work,
my mom tuts and shakes her head.
Demons she declares them.

I shake my head too, in agreement.
A little white lie I know I can't really stand by.
But I can't help but let my eyes follow the brick walls
and the door swing open and close.
I try to capture it all
in my mind... just incase.

I wonder what she would say if she caught my wandering eyes.
How she would behave if I one day needed
to go to the evil planned parenthood in downtown.

Oh the way her "holier than thou" harping would ring to my core.
And how I would wilt to her judgment disguised as worry.
Her wild-child, the one she always never caged.
Making irreversible mistakes she never gauged.

Oh child of mine
Oh Dear, Oh Dear
Hold your heart close
and your legs closed tighter.