"Close your, close your, close your eyes"
My mother bought me this dress, which I wore when we gathered for the full moon at my house. I sortof wore it as a joke, a lark, if you will. But Karin and Jamie told me it was cute.
Dear Mom: Thank you. I love you for shopping for me, but come on now. I bury one placenta in the back yard and you think I'd wear this in public? Didn't you always tell me I should say no to drugs?
Dear Karin and Jamie: I love you for telling me sweet little lies, but I think the print on this dress burned your retinas irreparably. Y'all should get that checked out.
"Tell Me Lies" by Fleetwood Mac