Mama

Mama I've been trying to find my place I'm looking for your sweet embrace Cuz nothing ever feels the same You always listened to my mix tapes Back when I was in the tenth grade You always paid attention when I would play it again Play it again You are my original rockstar Remember sitting in the backyard? While you jammed out to Stevie Nicks and Carole King and Sheryl Crow I'm telling you Mama Well I'm sorry for the way You always tend to take the blame For everything I can't explain Mama I've been trying to find my place I'm looking for your sweet embrace Cuz nothing ever feels the same There's nothing I can do Nothing I can do To keep away from you Keep away from you There's nothing I can do Nothing I can do I'd stop the world to be back home with you And I don't ever want to wake up Suddenly realize that you're gone Wish I could hear the things that you say Oh won't you tell me again Tell me again You are a true expert on baseball You're always spilling things in your car Yeah you showed me that keeping up With the Joneses is the worst diagnosis I'm telling you Mama Well I'm sorry for the way You always tend to take the blame For everything I can't explain Mama I've been trying to find my place I'm looking for your sweet embrace Cuz nothing ever feels the same There's nothing I can do Nothing I can do To keep away from you Keep away from you There's nothing I can do Nothing I can do I'd stop the world to be back home with you To be back home To be back home with you To be back home To be back home I'd stop the world to be back home with you