(B)Mom,

I know I (G#m)let you (F#)down.

And though you say the days are hap py why is the (F#)pow er off and I’m fucked up?

And (B)mom,

I know he’s (G#m)not a (F#)round,

but don’t you (E)place the blame on me as you (F#)pour your self an oth er drink, yeah.

I guess we are who we are.

(E)Head lights shin in’ in the dark night, I drive (F#)on.

May be we took this too far.

I went in headfirst never thinking about who what I (G#m)said hurt, in what verse my mom probably got it the worst.

The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are did I take it too far?

Cleaning out my closet and all them other songs but regardless I don’t hate you, ’cause ma!

You’re still beautiful to me, ’cause you’re my (G#m)ma though far be it for you to be calling, my house was Vietnam Desert Storm and both of us put together can form an atomic bomb equivalent to chemical warfare and forever we can drag this on and on.

But agree to disagree that gift for me up (G#m)under the Christmas tree don’t mean shit to me.

You’re kicking me out?

It’s 15 degrees and it’s Christmas Eve.

(Little prick just leave.) Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other’s goats.

Why we always at each others throats?

Especially when dad, he fucked us both.

We’re in the same (G#m)fucking boat, you’d think that it’d make us close, (Nope.) further away it drove us, but together headlights shining, car full of belongings.

Still got a ways to go, back to grandma’s house it’s straight up the road and I was the man of the house, the oldest, so my shoulders carried the (G#m)weight of the load.

Then Nate got taken away by the state at 8 years old, and that’s when I realized you were sick and it wasn’t fixable or changeable and to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but...

I guess we are who we are.

(E)Head lights shin in’ in the dark night, I drive (F#)on.

May be we took this too far.

I went in ’Cause to this day we remain estranged and (G#m)hate it though.

’Cause you ain’t even get to witness your grandbabies grow.

But I’m sorry mama for cleaning out my closet, at the time I was angry, rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though.

’Cause now I know it’s not your fault, and I’m (G#m)not making jokes.

That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it’s on the radio.

And I think of Nathan being placed in a home and all the medicine you fed us and how I just wanted you to taste your own, but now the medication’s taken over and your (G#m)mental state’s deteriorating slow.

And I’m way too old to cry, that shit is painful though, but ma I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo.

All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both.

Foster care, that cross you bare, few may be as (G#m)heavy as yours but I love you Debbie Mathers, oh what a tangled web we have, ’cause one thing I never asked was where the fuck my deadbeat dad was.

Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address.

man of the house, the oldest, so my shoulders carried the (G#m)weight of the load.

Then Nate got taken away by the state at 8 years old, and that’s when I realized you were sick and it wasn’t fixable or changeable and to this day we remained estranged and I hate it though, but...

But I’d of flipped every mattress, every rock (G#m)and desert cactus.

Owned a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas.

Someone ever moved them from me?

That you could bet your asses if I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them.

And although one has only met their grandma (G#m)once, you pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers.

Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you and as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me.

As we pulled off to go our separate paths, and (G#m)I saw your headlights as I looked back and I’m mad I didn’t get the chance to thank you for being my mom and my dad.

So mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet.

I guess I had to get this of my chest, I hope I get the chance to lay it ’fore I’m dead.

The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we’re crashing.

So if I’m not dreaming, I hope you (G#m)get this message that I will always love you from afar.

’Cause you’re my (E)(ma…) I guess we are who we are.

(E)Head lights shin in’ in the dark night, I drive (F#)on.

May be we took this too far.

I want a new life,

one with out a cause.

So I’m com ing home to night.

Well, no mat ter what the cost.

And if the plane goes (B)down or if the crew can’t wake me up, well, just know that I’m al (E)right.

I was not a fraid to (F#7)die.

Oh, e ven if there’s (B)songs to sing, well my child ren will (G#m)car ry me.

Just know that I’m al (E)right.

I was not a fraid to (F#7)die be cause I put my faith in (B)my lit tle girl, so I nev er say good (G#m)bye cruel world.

Just know that I’m al (E)right.

I am not a fraid to (F#7)die.

I wan na new life.