moms new car

I'm sittin' in the back of my mom's new car

While she's fightin' with my sister

'Bout a school she wants

She turns the music down and lets the windows shut

And I hear them both tear up

I'm sittin' in the back

I watch the rearview mirror

She keeps her eyes on the road

But her fists in the air

Says "I'm tired of bein' broke"

And I said "so am I"

And then she says it a second time

This is how it is

I'm sorry

I used to fight my mom for smoking cigarettes

And in the car she killed a pack of 'em

When the last of what you like is putting death in your hands

In this moment I understand

When the last of what you like is putting death in your throat

In this moment I stop making jokes

This is how it is

I'm sorry