turn it over momma,
don't you remember the warmth of the fire
grandmas blankets you pinned up
in all the doorways to keep heat inside
back when I was your baby
all the things that get stuck in our head,
is it the smell of gardenias?
that poppa bought you as you laid in your bed
Oh it's all the things we remember
oh it's all the things we forget
it's all of the unanswered questions
Hid in the way that you love me
it's the color of curtains,
it's the smile that I put on your face.
it's the songs you would sing to
all the ways I invaded your space
when your hair was so tangled
mom would force you to put in a comb
we would pick at each other
but you're so elegant now that you're grown
Oh it's all the things we remember
oh it's all the things we forget
it's all of the unanswered questions
Hid in the way that you love me
it's the drive to kentucky
it's the smell of the car we would take
it's the scars on your fingers
and all the changes you made for our sake
Oh it's all the things we remember
oh it's all the things we forget
it's all of the unanswered questions
Hid in the way that you love me

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