moms new car

I'm sittin' in the back of my mom's new car While she's fightin' with my sister 'Bout a school she wants She turns the music down and lets the windows shut And I hear them both tear up I'm sittin' in the back I watch the rearview mirror She keeps her eyes on the road But her fists in the air Says "I'm tired of bein' broke" And I said "so am I" And then she says it a second time This is how it is I'm sorry I used to fight my mom for smoking cigarettes And in the car she killed a pack of 'em When the last of what you like is putting death in your hands In this moment I understand When the last of what you like is putting death in your throat In this moment I stop making jokes This is how it is I'm sorry