When I was 11 years old, my Mum drove me to my first sleep over.
In the car on the way she told me that if I wanted to come home during the night all I had to do was call her.
That she'd drive back and pick me up.
I lasted the night, but I cried myself to sleep.
Tonight, ten years later, I told my Mum that on Sunday I will be moving out.
As I cried she hugged me and told me that if I didn't like it, I could come home.
All I had to do was tell her and she'd come get me.
Tonight, I'll cry myself to sleep.