mom, where r u?

the Sun comes in through the window while I'm lying here with the flu

I should go downstairs and get myself some medicine

but I can't think of letting the warm blanket


when I'm feeling sick I always wish I was at mom's

and now I know that that's a feeling which doesn't pass, doesn't matter how old u r

it's not true that there's nothing like home

there's nothing like mom.