No
Our middle of the night conversations
they get me through a day
and I can't let my heart break
unless yours is breaking too
I make tears that beg
I make a fool of myself
And in the middle of the night
You're warm and sensible
not allowing my heartbreak
But I need that around me
In the morning
it will be more ok
still
I can't help wondering
Can one be too sensible?
About our son?
You're just too damn right
And I am just too Momma
I'll think on this
then we'll fight....
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