Picture you, with the wind in your hair

M :
So i'll let you go, i'll set you free, and when you see all that you need to see, when you find you, come back to me
I :
Mommy, what (the hell) are you singing?
M :
David cook! *smiles pleasently at idk what. into space maybe*
I :
This is so disturbing..

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D's phone :

*Piano chords play* You say you gotta go and find yourself, you say that you're becoming someone else..
I :
Omg daddy, why is the david cook song your ring tone?
M :
Hip right!