I know that she'll be sitting in my old seat at your mom's dinner table,
and I know you'll look out between songs to smile at her, standing in the crowd with your grandparents.
and she'll talk about music with your brother, and praise your mom's cooking.
but she'll also come home to arguments about the guy she was too nice to earlier that day.
and you'll tell her she's dumb constantly because she believes in and does things differently than you do.
