the mom song

You think I should wear tighter clothes Appeal to those gender norms Get off the pills, un-pierce my nose And maybe then I'll start to sell out shows You think I should cut caffeine Do pilates and yoga and eating clean While I'm at it nicotine Then all of my success is guaranteed I ask you for advice and I end up in a crisis I'm in my twenties but I just want my mom to like me I just want my mom to like me You think I don't need Vyvanse I can plan my days in advance and Set alarms and take some classes Then my art will really stand a chance Sorry mom I'm kissing girls I sleep in late and bleach your curls Wear baggy clothes with candied pearls I chip my nails and use bad (words) fuck Sorry mom I'm not okay And lately I think you're ashamed My friends do poppers and cocaine I'm worried I'll go back that way I ask you for advice and I end up in a crisis I'm in my twenties but I just want my mom to like me I just want my mom to like me Sorry mom I'm my own person Maybe just a little worse than Or a different kind of version Of what you had in mind Sorry mom I'm my own person Maybe just a little worse than Or a different kind of version Of what you had in mind I ask you for advice and I end up in a crisis I'm pushing thirty but I just want my mom to like me I just want my mom to like me