It’s a letter to Mom. I tell her how angry I am that she left me. I tell her how hurt I am that she’s more absent with one daughter than she ever was with two. I tell her she’s the reason I can’t write any lyrics, because I’m so full of rage that I can’t concentrate on anything except for how mad I am. I tell her that I need her, but I shouldn’t have to tell her that—she should just know. I tell her I resent her for never realizing how badly I needed to be a child now and then, instead of always looking after Lea. I tell her I’ll probably never forgive her for choosing to grieve alone, without
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