About this song
- So, I wrote this song for my Ma, and we called it F— The Yankees – only in Amity could that happen. I’m ten years older than my younger brother, and as such have had time to live away from home, and mature enough to know just how good I had it with my Ma growing up; this is a letter to her telling her that even though she’s going through similar struggles now as she did with me, (however on a far lesser scale, there are no drugs involved anymore,) that everything is going to be OK. It’s really hard for a single mother with three kids to keep it together, it takes a strong individual. I gave my mother hell throughout high school, I did nothing but take take take emotionally, and left behind me some pretty f—ed up memories before growing up and looking back, ashamed, and trying to mend our relationship. What has emerged from this is more of a friendship than a mother/son relationship. My Ma is now easily one of my best friends, I can tell her anything, and I mean that, anything. I just wish I could go back now with the perspectives I have gained through maturing and live my teenage years again. There were a lot of contributing factors due to my home life, but nothing enough to direct all my anger about it at my Ma alone. Take a look at what you have at home, and don’t abuse it, when you’re older, if you have, you will look back and feel nothing but horrendous guilt, and a sadness I find hard to explain. Your parents aren’t perfect, and I doubt that anyone’s parents aspire to give you that impression; they’re merely passing on the experiences they faced in life and trying to steer you in the right direction. Forgive their flaws early, and you will soon find that you’ll grow closer naturally. - Joel Birch . User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply. — lastfm
