Lyrics
Sometimes I think you might think I am a little crass for a mom,
Too loud-too blunt-too much sass and full of myself.
Maybe hard to take and you think this whole thing with me is fake.
But if you truly knew me as your mother, knew me at all,
You’d know I built these walls because I have watched them fall.
You’d know this mouth got sharp from pain, and standing in storms and dancing in rain.
I have no filter and I won’t pretend, cause life’s already bent me too close to the end.
I will fight like hell for the people I love, cause I know what it feels like when push comes to shove.
Everything I speak of, I’ve already lived through and more,
And that’s why the fire sounds different to you.
This body holds scars that no one can see, but my God they still live deep inside of me,
And some days I struggle just getting out of my head,
And some days it’s a battle getting out of my bed.
Sometimes I smile while silently falling apart, looking fine outside while carrying pain in my heart.
So no, I don’t think I’m better than you my dear, I’m just trying to survive what I already fear.
I write what I feel and hope that somehow, somewhere, somebody feels less alone when they find me here
And I still make mistakes, like you do too, and I am certain I always will.
It’s called being human, learning lessons still, some easy, some painful.
And some I never even saw coming, cause some leave your soul too quiet
And some leave your mind running on and on, cause I can't shut off that brain of mine.
So no, I am not perfect nor better than you, I won’t pretend to be that way,
I am still figuring out more every day in this life.
I’m still healing old wounds nobody sees, while still trying to become the best version of me,
Sometimes I speak too quickly and some things out loud, and all too often I get it wrong.
Sometimes I look back wishing I’d been stronger, softer or quieter in my head.
Some days I carry mountains on my shoulders just getting out of bed.
But I know who I am, I'm good and I'm flawed, a mom you has your best interest ahead.
A heart held together by duct tape and a great man, your dad.
And maybe that’s why I came from love first and foremost I want you to see,
Because I know what your pain feels like when it's at its worst.
So, I’m not judging you dear, so please stop judging me, as your mom.
Because the cruelest judge already lives deep inside of me.
And should I seem fierce, it’s because life taught me to be,
Sometimes the strongest hearts are built from survival with grace
But whatever it is, it comes from a loving place, and that’s the truth, dear.
It’s just me, your mom.