Letra

I'm sorry mom and dad if the decisions I make are poor But I've got a taste for tequila and some weed in my sock drawer I'm not trying to get back at you, and you didn't raise me wrong Just tryna figure out this world and where the hell I belong I'm sorry mom and dad for bringin' that last guy home And not listenin' when you said that he was an asshole And I know you don't believe me when I say, "It won't happen again" But you know I've got a habit for choosing narcissistic men I just wanna make you proud Get married by the time I'm 30, have life figured out All I ever wanted was to tell you I made it So sorry mom and dad if I fell short of expectations Sorry, mom and dad, I keep on asking you for cash But unpaid gigs are all I've got while I still have class And I promise I'll get my degree, 'cause if that's what'll make you happy Then I'll write papers 'til my fingers bleed I just wanna make you proud Have a sold-out show in my hometown, and you standin' in the crowd All I ever wanted was to tell you I made it So sorry mom and dad if I fell short of expectations I'm sorry 'cause I know the bar you set for me was higher And when you had a kid, you weren't expecting a wildfire But one day I'll put my flames out and give you both a rest It may not seem like it right now, but I'm trying my best Sorry mom and dad that this is kind of a dumb song 'Cause you'll tell me that you love me, even if I'm livin' wrong
Writer(s): Liddy Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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