What Makes You Happy - Liz Phair

But don’t worry, mom, I met him in a restaurant

And all this time I’ve been getting to know him

He’s got an ex-wife in Pasadena, and sometimes she’s a mess

To deal with, but mostly we’ve been living here

Uninjured…

There’s a silence, and she says, Listen here young lady.

All that

matters is What makes you happy, but you leave this house knowing my opinion won’t

Make you love me if you don’t care to.

But mom, I’m sending you this photograph, I swear

This one is going to last and all those other bastards

We’re only practice!

I feel the sun on my back…

I smell the earth in my skin…

I see the sky above me like a full recovery…

She said, Listen here young lady.

All that matters is what makes you

happy,

But you leave this house knowing my opinion

It won’t make a difference if you’re not ready.