Mother, Daughter, Pharma

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Fred Thomas - Rock

Mother, Daughter, Pharma

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It's still early in the season But when I walk by the church With the janky donation thermometer Painted on its front wall The red bar still looks so small It's still mostly white These days I'm just observing Watching quicksand conversations I see my friends backslide And I'm waiting for a time when they'll forget me I hope they forget me Because lately I can't see What I used to love so much About this ugly room I keep singing to It's Wednesday morning In the parking lot of the Pharmaprix I see a mother around forty-three And her daughter, fourteen, fifteen And they're fighting in French so I can't make out the language I can just see the exhaustion on the mother's hollow face And how the daughter simply hates her With that blinding, burning meanness only teens get Like she has to Like her mom did to her mom Like we all do And the mother loves her so much that she's constantly terrified What she can't say but is everywhere Is a shivering plea Possibly the same sentiment mirrored in each of them "You've got the rest of your life to be angry You've got the rest of your life to be angry For right now, just pretend that you like me For just a little while Be nice to me."

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