​eaJ - “​”mom cut fruit

You love me when you're happy
You love me when you're not
And somehow you're still left here (?...)
When all the smiles are gone (?...)
And no one compares to you
And somehow I always knew

You make my worst days feel like Sundays
And cut fruit
And Mondays, and cut fruit
On Tuesdays, forgot to say thank you
For Sundays, and cut fruit
Sundays, and cut fruit
Sundays, and cut fruit
Sundays, and cut fruit
Sundays, and