Can't help but sigh when I'm alone and feeling lower, and
Filling my nights thinking 'bout life if I were bolder, and
Like a kid in the backroom, watching television waiting for the bathroom
It isn't safe to a**ume there'll be someone on the corner to escort you
Mother, why'd you tell my friends?
Mother, why'd you sell my things?
I'm feeling like a faucet leaking
Can't help but cry when I'm at home and sleeping soundly, and
Reading my books 'bout how life looks when you're astounding, and
Like a man at the front door always selling you a ticket to the big drawing
It isn't safe to ignore that other part of you that you would almost k** for
Mother, why'd you tell my friends?
Mother, why'd you sell my things?
Mother, what is it this time?
Mother, why you always cry?
You're looking like a faucet leaking
Can't help but sigh when I'm alone and feeling lower