The dishes pile up you know it don't matter The house is a mess, everything is scattered I don't care about that, just leave me alone Let the doorbell ring, don't answer the phone Let me drown my sorrow in just one more drink It numbs the pain, I don't want to think...
"Mama, I don't care about dishes or the shape the house is in It's you that I care for, I know where you've been It killed you to lose me, mama, I was gone so… Continue