Lyric discussion by teacuprose 

this old woman, her life is on repeat, the little things are such a big thing to her (like her nephew's birthday) the only reason she goes to church is to do something. she used to care about things like the plastic cap, and the war, but now she doesn't care because she's old. she's saying she could cry because her life doesn't change, but it won't change, she'll just end up making the pies all day.

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