| Mom, I know I let you down
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| And though you say the days are happy
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| Why is the power off, and I’m fucked up?
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| And, Mom, I know he’s not around
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| But don’t you place the blame on me
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| As you pour yourself another drink, yeah.
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| I guess we are who we are
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| Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
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| Maybe we took this too far
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| I went in headfirst
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| Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse
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| My mom probably got it the worst
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| The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are
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| Did I take it too far?
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| But regardless I don’t hate you 'cause, Ma,
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| You’re still beautiful to me, 'cause you’re my mom
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| Though far be it from you to be calm, our house was Vietnam
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| Desert Storm and both of us put together can form an atomic bomb equivalent to
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| Chemical warfare
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| And forever we can drag this on and on
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| But, agree to disagree
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| That gift from me up under the Christmas tree don’t mean shit to me
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| You’re kicking me out? |
| It’s 15 degrees and it’s Christmas Eve (little prick
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| just leave)
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| Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other’s goats
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| Why we always at each other’s throats?
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| Especially when dad, he fucked us both
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| We’re in the same fucking boat, you’d think that it’d make us close (nope)
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| Further away it drove us, but together headlights shine, a car full of
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| belongings
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| Still got a ways to go, back to grandma’s house it’s straight up the road
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| And I was the man of the house, the oldest, so my shoulders carried the weight
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| of the load
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| Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old,
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| And that’s when I realized you were sick and it wasn’t fixable or changeable
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| And to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but
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| 'Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though
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| 'Cause you ain’t even get to witness your grand babies grow
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| But I’m sorry, Mama, for «Cleaning Out My Closet», at the time I was angry
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| Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though,
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| 'cause now I know it’s not your fault, and I’m not making jokes
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| That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it’s on the radio
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| And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
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| And all the medicine you fed us
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| And how I just wanted you to taste your own,
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| But now the medications taken over
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| And your mental state’s deteriorating slow
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| And I’m way too old to cry, the shit is painful though
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| But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo
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| All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both
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| Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours
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| But I love you, Debbie Mathers, oh, what a tangled web we have,
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| 'cause one thing I never asked was
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| Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was
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| Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address
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| But I’d have flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus
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| Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas
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| Someone ever moved them from me? |
| That you coulda bet your asses
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| If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them
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| And although one has only met their grandma once
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| You pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers
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| Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you
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| And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me
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| As we pulled off to go our separate paths,
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| And I saw your headlights as I looked back
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| And I’m mad I didn’t get the chance to thank you for being my Mom and my Dad
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| So, Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet
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| I guess I had to get this off my chest,
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| I hope I get the chance to lay it before I’m dead
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| The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we’re crashing
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| So if I’m not dreaming, I hope you get this message that I’ll always love you
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| from afar
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| 'Cause you’re my Ma
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| I want a new life (start over)
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| One without a cause (clean slate)
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| So I’m coming home tonight (yeah)
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| Well, no matter what the cost
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| And if the plane goes down
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| Or if the crew can’t wake me up
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| Well, just know that I’m alright
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| I was not afraid to die
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| Oh, even if there’s songs to sing
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| Well, my children will carry me
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| Just know that I’m alright
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| I was not afraid to die
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| Because I put my faith in my little girls
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| So I never say, «Goodbye, cruel world.»
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| Just know that I’m alright
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| I am not afraid to die
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| I want a new life |