my mother's jeans

Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're fifty-four
You're smart and adored
And he wanted you 'til you wanted more

Your mom was shit
So you became your own just to fix it
You pass down the stick
And I'm trying my best just to break it

I never got fitting in, or raising kids
My house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans

When you were on the ropes
You taught me how to stand on my own
So I hope that you know
These hand-me-downs are more than just clothes

You reminisce
And sometimes it can be pessimistic
But you've been through it
So I'm trying my best just to listen

I never got fitting in, or raising kids
My house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living out my mother's dreams

I hope she's proud of me for breaking the mould
'Cause she loved Debbie Harry, but did as she's told
Now I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans

Time and change
You're only getting older
Yeah, the other day
You were just somebody's daughter
But she made mistakes
Now you feel them more than you see
You're living with your mother's

Thread of pain
You can't patch up the damage
So you moved away
And packed your bags with bandages
September eighth
You handed it all down to me
Now I live with your mother's seams
In my mother's jeans

Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're
Fifty-four