C'mon, Mom Songtext
von The Elected

Come on, mom
I′m so scared
All the things you told me
Are coming true
Come on now
I'm too young to feel this tired
I′m sorry I ran out of money
So soon
And drifting on the open sea won't get you there this time


Come on, friends
Let's make those repairs
It′s your heart that′s broken, not your legs
And there's a fight to get into somewhere
It′s cool inside
A friendly place to hide
And it's a bad rain today
So let′s try not to speak of old times
And it's a long shot
But I′m looking for the good
Just like you told me to do
But I'm told it takes practice to improve

You're a fucking liar and I′m leaving
You keep all the friends that you made through me
I′m lying too, I can't leave
Home
I′d rather cut all these losses and not take
Another bet for a bright, new fucking day

Let's shout from all on high we′re still failing
We still got more regrets than mistakes
It takes focus at this level of failing
But at least your friends can relate
So write or call
Or just think of us from time to time
I'll still be drifting
But he was so gifted
Fair enough