Ordinary

Have you ever thought to yourself

That life's too ordinary

And have you lived like someone else

Just to sell a story

And I lost track

Of who I used to be

So I pick up the pieces

And I build the man that momma raised to be

That momma raised to be

Have you ever laid in your bed

Wide awake until morning

And do you leave your texts on read

Turn your head to a problem you're ignoring

And I lost track

Of who I used to be

So I pick up the pieces

And I build the man that momma raised to be

That momma raised to be

To be

To be

Oh to be