Mama

I’ve been trying to find my place

I’m looking for your sweet embrace

Cuz nothing ever feels the same

You always listened to my mix tapes

Back when I was in the tenth grade

You always paid attention when I would play it again

Play it again

You are my original rockstar Remember sitting in the backyard?

While you jammed out to

Stevie Nicks and Carole King and Sheryl Crow

I’m telling you

Mama

Well I’m sorry for the way

You always tend to take the blame

For everything I can’t explain

Mama

I’ve been trying to find my place

I’m looking for your sweet embrace

Cuz nothing ever feels the same

There’s nothing I can do

Nothing I can do

To keep away from you

Keep away from you

There’s nothing I can do

Nothing I can do

I’d stop the world to be back home with you

And I don’t ever want to wake up

Suddenly realize that you’re gone

Wish I could hear the things that you say

Oh won’t you tell me again

Tell me again

You are a true expert on baseball

You’re always spilling things in your car

Yeah you showed me that keeping up with the Joneses is the worst diagnosis

I’m telling you

Mama

Well I’m sorry for the way

You always tend to take the blame

For everything I can’t explain

Mama

I’ve been trying to find my place

I’m looking for your sweet embrace

Cuz nothing ever feels the same

There’s nothing I can do

Nothing I can do

To keep away from you

Keep away from you

There’s nothing I can do

Nothing I can do

I’d stop the world to be back home with you

To be back home

to be back home with you

to be back home

I’d stop the world to be back home with you