She goes by buttercup these days -
I guess she's out to prove things can change.

She woke with mother's agitation today,
and with father's ashes in the liquor -
this was supposed to last you, Ma.
Well, I guess we've all got something to prove.

She goes by buttercup these days.
I guess she's out to prove she can change.

The End

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