Tobacco In My Sheets

There's tobacco in my sheets
I know you won't be proud
You always taught me not to be
The kind of woman that I seem to be becoming now
There's an empty bag of something
On the table by my bed
Yeah, I know you wouldn't like it, but
It's the only thing that gets him out my head

Oh, mama, I hope you understand
'Cause when daddy broke your heart, I held your hand
I'm not a smoker or a drinker
Just a crazy overthinker
And I need a little medicine
I hope your broken heart, it understands

There's someone that I hardly know
Knocking at my door
He's a pretty good distraction
But he's not even a fraction of the one before
And if I'm being honest
I'm starting to scare myself
No, I hate to disappoint you
But if I can't tell you, I can't tell nobody else

So, mama, I hope you understand
'Cause I watched you hiding tears when daddy ran
I'm not a smoker or a drinker
Just a crazy overthinker
And I need a little medicine
I hope your broken heart, it understands

I swear, I'm sorry if I'm letting you down, oh-oh
Did you ever feel how I'm feeling now? Oh-oh
And can you tell me how you found a way out?
Can you be my heroine?
'Cause God, I tried everything else

Oh, mama, I just don't understand
How you still raised up my brother to a man
Were you a smoker or a drinker
Or a crazy overthinker?
Did you need a little medicine?
I hope your broken heart, it understands