All dressed up in mothers clothes Which seems odd âcause mother tries To dress like you, to feel like new Don't know what's true, 'til you talk about it Just go blank again, these faces never change Fashions just conditioned, washed through dyed hair Five minutes is all it takes, to add five years Or to take away, fading like the years As trainers were, built up to shoes Was all this charted, through hours wasted Looking for signs, or the turn of a head "Mum will k** me", or does she care? Do you know, all about Going home, all nerve shattered Can you tell me, was it worth it For anything at all