| 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 f*cked 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, 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, did I take it too far
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| Cleaning Out My Closet and all them other songs, but regardless I don’t hate
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| 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 for you to be too calm, our house was Vietnam
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| Desert Storm and both of us put together could form an atomic bomb
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| Equivalent to Chemical Warfare, and forever we could drag this on and on
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| But, agree to disagree, that gift for me up under the Christmas tree
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| Don’t mean sh*t to me, you’re kicking me out? |
| It’s 15 degrees
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| And it’s Christmas Eve («Little prick, just leave»), Ma let me grab my f*cking
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| coat
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| Anything to have each other’s goats, why we always at each others throats
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| Especially when dad, he f*cked us both, we’re in the same f*cking boat
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| You’d think that’d make us close (nope) further awayit drove
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| Us, but together, headlights shine, and a car full of belongings,
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| still got a ways to go
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| 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 8-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 remain estranged and I hate it though
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| But…
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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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| 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 grandbabies 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
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| Never meant that far to take it though, cause now I know it’s not your fault,
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| and I’m not making jokes
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| That song I’ll 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 and how I just wanted you to taste your own
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| But now the medication’s taking over 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 cause
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| One thing I never asked was 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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| If someone ever moved them from me, that you could’ve bet your asses
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| If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa
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| Kidnap 'em, and although one has only met their grandma
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| Once you pulled up in our drive one night, as we were leaving to get some
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| hamburgers
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| Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you, and as you left I had this
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| overwhelming sadness
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| Come over me as we pulled off to go our separate paths, and
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| I saw your headlights as I looked back, and I’m mad I didn’t get the chance to
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| Thank you for being my mom and my dad, so
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| Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet, I guess I had to
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| Get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to lay it before
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| I’m dead, the stewardess said to fasten
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| My seatbelt, I guess we’re crashin'
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| So if I’m not dreaming, I hope you get this message
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| That I’ll always love you from afar
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| Cause you’re my Ma
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| I want a new life, (start over) one without a cause (clean slate)
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| So I’m coming home tonight, well, no matter what the cost
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| And if the plane goes down, 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, 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 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 |