Mom is in tears, sharing with me her fears
She remains drunk on the porch
Short shorts, tight tank
Who am I, who is she?
Is this the person she really wants to be?
She walks over to me
and gets ready to take a seat
and she admits to me that
she’s already revealed way too much
As the tears keep rolling down her face, she asks if I think she’s drunk
Well, I do think she’s been drinking way too much
& sometimes I just wanna quit living here
but there’s something inside me that encourages me to stay