You come home late
You sleep all day
You're doing drugs
You're wasting your life away
She sits at her table
With a drink in her hand
Telling you to cut your hair
And quit your hand
When I was younger
She'd send me to my room
She told me I had nothing to hide
To always tell the truth
You must have done something
To make her feel this way
Wondering when the day will come
She'll have something to say
You sleep all day
You're doing drugs
You're wasting your life away
She sits at her table
With a drink in her hand
Telling you to cut your hair
And quit your hand
When I was younger
She'd send me to my room
She told me I had nothing to hide
To always tell the truth
You must have done something
To make her feel this way
Wondering when the day will come
She'll have something to say