Listen to Your Mom

I didn't listen to my when she taught me how to clean And my dishes, they're waiting in the sink I didn't listen to my mom, telling me to go to sleep Maybe that's why I'm up everynight 'til three Just waiting for sleep and what it brings A break from wading through my insecurities And I'm awake, unable to shake the little things I didn't listen to my mom when she told me I should share I have trouble telling anyone my fears I'll never be the best at anything No one will know my name It's a silly thing, but I am still afraid Of living a life from start to end And then I'm missing, forgotten when I'm dead And now, I'm wishing I heard her when she said When she said "Love you child, you're my own Damn those standards, you're none of those And you're not judged on what you make The man you are is the boy I raised The man you are is the boy I raised" I didn't listen to my mom as I sunk below the ground I didn't listen to my mom as I was buried by my doubts I didn't listen to my mom as she tried to dig me out But I am listening now I've heard the words, they finally ring And I'm sure my worth isn't balanced on one thing It is earned, by learning from the songs my mother sings And she sings "Love you child, you're my own Damn those standards, you're none of those And you're not judged on what you make The man you are is the boy I raised" I didn't listen to my mom But that's the thing when you're a kid You don't know what you don't know when you begin And if I've learned anything, that I could sing That I could pass along Be good, and listen to your mom