sorry mom & dad
I'm sorry mom and dad if the decisions I make are poor
But I've got a taste for tequila and some weed in my sock drawer
I'm not trying to get back at you, and you didn't raise me wrong
Just tryna figure out this world and where the hell I belong
I'm sorry mom and dad for bringin' that last guy home
And not listenin' when you said that he was an asshole
And I know you don't believe me when I say, "It won't happen again"
But you know I've got a habit for choosing narcissistic men
I just wanna make you proud
Get married by the time I'm 30, have life figured out
All I ever wanted was to tell you I made it
So sorry mom and dad if I fell short of expectations
Sorry, mom and dad, I keep on asking you for cash
But unpaid gigs are all I've got while I still have class
And I promise I'll get my degree, 'cause if that's what'll make you happy
Then I'll write papers 'til my fingers bleed
I just wanna make you proud
Have a sold-out show in my hometown, and you standin' in the crowd
All I ever wanted was to tell you I made it
So sorry mom and dad if I fell short of expectations
I'm sorry 'cause I know the bar you set for me was higher
And when you had a kid, you weren't expecting a wildfire
But one day I'll put my flames out and give you both a rest
It may not seem like it right now, but I'm trying my best
Sorry mom and dad that this is kind of a dumb song
'Cause you'll tell me that you love me, even if I'm livin' wrong
But I've got a taste for tequila and some weed in my sock drawer
I'm not trying to get back at you, and you didn't raise me wrong
Just tryna figure out this world and where the hell I belong
I'm sorry mom and dad for bringin' that last guy home
And not listenin' when you said that he was an asshole
And I know you don't believe me when I say, "It won't happen again"
But you know I've got a habit for choosing narcissistic men
I just wanna make you proud
Get married by the time I'm 30, have life figured out
All I ever wanted was to tell you I made it
So sorry mom and dad if I fell short of expectations
Sorry, mom and dad, I keep on asking you for cash
But unpaid gigs are all I've got while I still have class
And I promise I'll get my degree, 'cause if that's what'll make you happy
Then I'll write papers 'til my fingers bleed
I just wanna make you proud
Have a sold-out show in my hometown, and you standin' in the crowd
All I ever wanted was to tell you I made it
So sorry mom and dad if I fell short of expectations
I'm sorry 'cause I know the bar you set for me was higher
And when you had a kid, you weren't expecting a wildfire
But one day I'll put my flames out and give you both a rest
It may not seem like it right now, but I'm trying my best
Sorry mom and dad that this is kind of a dumb song
'Cause you'll tell me that you love me, even if I'm livin' wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Liddy Clark
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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