Lyrics:

Can't help but sigh when I'm alone and feeling lower, and
Filling my nights thinking 'bout life if I were bolder, and
Like a kid in the backroom, watching television waiting for the bathroom
It isn't safe to assume there'll be someone on the corner to escort you

Mother, why'd you tell my friends?
Mother, why'd you sell my things?
I'm feeling like a faucet leaking

Can't help but cry when I'm at home and sleeping soundly, and
Reading my books 'bout how life looks when you're astounding, and
Like a man at the front door always selling you a ticket to the big drawing
It isn't safe to ignore that other part of you that you would almost kill for

Mother, why'd you tell my friends?
Mother, why'd you sell my things?
Mother, what is it this time?
Mother, why you always cry?
You're looking like a faucet leaking

Can't help but sigh when I'm alone and feeling lower