The story behind this song
There was an extra toothbrush by the sink before you ever stayed the night, and your name on a lunch bag in handwriting that wasn't your mom's. She sat through the freezing-rain games, repainted the slammed doors, and kept every ugly drawing like it was art.
Nothing made her stay. She stayed anyway, and somewhere along the way 'stepmom' stopped being the whole story. For the stepmom who kept choosing you, kid grudges and all.
Lyrics
There's a photo on the stairway wall —
you put me in the frame.
you put me in the frame.
An extra toothbrush by the sink
before I ever stayed the night,
my name in marker on a lunch bag
in handwriting that wasn't Mom's — but it was right.
Saturday pancakes, door cracked open,
your car idling outside my school —
you never once missed a pickup.
I never once said thank you.
before I ever stayed the night,
my name in marker on a lunch bag
in handwriting that wasn't Mom's — but it was right.
Saturday pancakes, door cracked open,
your car idling outside my school —
you never once missed a pickup.
I never once said thank you.
Nobody signs up for somebody else's storm.
You walked in smiling.
You walked in smiling.
You didn't have to — but you did.
Didn't have to learn the way I take my eggs,
or sit through every game in the freezing rain.
Nothing made you stay — no blood, no name —
you just kept choosing me, kid grudges and all.
You didn't have to. You did.
Didn't have to learn the way I take my eggs,
or sit through every game in the freezing rain.
Nothing made you stay — no blood, no name —
you just kept choosing me, kid grudges and all.
You didn't have to. You did.
I tested you for years, I know it —
slammed doors you painted twice.
You hung my drawings like they mattered,
kept every ugly one alive.
The sound I think of when I think of home
is your laugh down the hall at night,
two voices in the kitchen
saying, give her time.
slammed doors you painted twice.
You hung my drawings like they mattered,
kept every ugly one alive.
The sound I think of when I think of home
is your laugh down the hall at night,
two voices in the kitchen
saying, give her time.
Nobody signs up for somebody else's storm.
You walked in smiling.
You walked in smiling.
You didn't have to — but you did.
Didn't have to learn the way I take my eggs,
or sit through every game in the freezing rain.
Nothing made you stay — no blood, no name —
you just kept choosing me, kid grudges and all.
You didn't have to. You did.
Didn't have to learn the way I take my eggs,
or sit through every game in the freezing rain.
Nothing made you stay — no blood, no name —
you just kept choosing me, kid grudges and all.
You didn't have to. You did.
This Mother's Day, no card felt right —
they all assumed you had to love me.
So here's the truth in three-four time:
you're not my second anything.
they all assumed you had to love me.
So here's the truth in three-four time:
you're not my second anything.
You didn't have to — but you did.
Didn't have to learn the way I take my eggs,
or sit through every game in the freezing rain.
Nothing made you stay — no blood, no name —
you just kept choosing me, kid grudges and all.
You didn't have to. You did.
Didn't have to learn the way I take my eggs,
or sit through every game in the freezing rain.
Nothing made you stay — no blood, no name —
you just kept choosing me, kid grudges and all.
You didn't have to. You did.
There's a photo on the stairway wall.
I'm so glad you're in the frame.
I'm so glad you're in the frame.
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