| buttermilk_pie | ||
| Soma |
I’m sitting in the kitchen I think I’m ten? It’s not like my age really matters much We’re poor. Dad’s angry most evenings. Yadda yadda I haven’t had a dessert in ages. Thinking about it now, you’re probably exhausted But you baked a pie And tell me about how your mother made it I eat a slice and it’s heaven Soft and velvety and warm Sweet and smooth in my mouth I still love it, even though I’m not a pie_person Eating it is a memory And though I’ve got a lot of bitter ones This is still as sweet as the pie These days i make my own pie In my own kitchen But you’re still there, mom In the same weirdly sweet way as that damn pie |
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