On the phone til 4 am
The best of friends
You’re such a bitch
I’ve always loved you
I hate you too
You used to party all the time
Made me feel less because I didn’t
Now I have a story every weekend
You can’t be bothered to listen
Quiet, the kids are sleeping
Gotta go, your husband might call
We’re supposed to be in college
Sharing an apartment, don’t you remember?
I took time off from sanity
Lived to tell about it
Some kids didn’t (Live, that is)
Will you?
You’re older than I am
How come I grew up first
All your mistakes, all mine
You’re the wife and mother
But you’re still a child
When are you going to become an adult?