Midtown Waitress

Oh momma I don't want to sit and listen to What you're talking about We're both young and we're going move to the city Yeah we found a little place up there We don't need a lecture bout things that could go wrong I'm not a child no more So let me be my own Let me be my own So I got a job as a waitress It's not much but we're getting by Three months in we're happy and we're living Like I told you we could be Every time I call you yeah you're crying And I don't want to do you wrong But I'm not coming home Let me be my own Oh the things we do To make it on our own People say this town is fast and if you don't hold on It blows you back to where you came from God is money, loves a game And everyone is angry at the president Protests on the streets, people shouting And I'll say that I'm angry too But not enough to go I'm trying to be my own Hey ma, it's been a while, yeah I'm just checking in Seeing how you've been Nothing's wrong I'm doing fine, no that's a lie I'm not doing so well Lost my job and Joey found religion And he also found another girl That's not how it's supposed to go And I'm missing home I'm trying to be my own but I Guess I just feel a little alone Oh the things we do To make it on our own