THE STORY:
Pizza Hut 1995. Mom. Step-dad. Brother. Jeremy. It was probably the last time I ate dinner with the family unit that raised me. I wore my vintage suede jacket and mother noticed a hole. And so was the day a mother told her son she was ashamed to be seen with him in public. Months later, in a toll booth on the New York State thruway, my friend Sadie challenged me to start writing about the things I buried. And so I went home and wrote about mom…
THE LYRICS:
Look at mother yell at me
Because her favorite show is on TV
Her characters have got a lot to learn
But not as much as her and me
Look at mother look down on me
Because I’m trying to make me dreams come true
I think you’re bitter because some man
Made a housewife out of you.
Chorus:
You make me wish I’d never been born sometimes
And I love my life
Sometimes.
Look at mother yell at me
Because she doesn’t like the way I speak
It’s a big mean world you threw me out to and
This is its effect on me
So what does mother want from me
When she says I’m not her favorite son
I guess you’re still my favorite mother
Cause I was only given one.
Repeat Chorus