I drove maniacally on the trestles to school,
Wondering if what I had done was a good thing, or a bad thing.
Yes, I have taken mom's car,
And if I don't get it back before she wakes up,
She'll probably report me to the cops.
She's my mom, she would do that,
Even if she knew it was me.
I felt that no level of smarm would get me through this,
I'd have to endure her painful yelling and screaming…
All I will have to say is,
“I needed to get to school,”
Or
“I needed to get the cats more food,”
Or
“I filled your tank up with gas,”
Or
“I thought you said I could.”
Neither of these are lies and yet,
I'll get yelled at in spite of that.
I did need to get to school
And
The cats did need more food
And
I did fill her tank up with gas
And
I did think she said I could.
You may wonder where I went wrong,
But I am wondering
Where she went wrong.
I'm 20 years old,
Why do I fear my mom?