Things You've Said

There are things you’ve said to me
That sound like Church bells on Sundays
That taste like unflavored fresh milk
That smells like medicine
That feels like Grandma’s warm jacket

There are things you’ve said to me
That are preachy
But are right
That are stale
But are right
That are rotten
But are right
That are embarrassing
But are right
In the end, you are right

Again, like always
There are things you’ve said to me
That are always right.