I miss my mom
Jazz, Blues & Hip-Hop: Blues, Country | Classical & Traditional: Traditional Folk | Power Ballad | Emotions: Melancholy, Despair | Tempos: Changing Tempo, raspy low female vocals, belting ballad
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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
She could turn broken glass into something that shined,
Taught me to stand up, speak my mind.
She didn’t need riches, didn’t need fame,
Just love in her heart and fire in her veins.
(Pre-Chorus)
Now the house feels quiet, the world feels wrong,
And I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on.
(Chorus)
Fuck, I miss my mom.
I don’t know how to cook a turkey,
Or paint the sky on my bedroom wall.
You were perfect, and I don’t know
How I’m gonna keep going at all.
(Verse 2)
I was driving the kids home from school,
Went to call you, just to say—
What I ate for lunch, or that I
Thought about changing my hair today.
But what am I supposed to do now,
When your phone’s in a drawer,
And I’ll never hear your voice anymore?
(Verse 3 - new verse with Dale line)
Who’s gonna keep track when Dale tries to cheat,
Playing crib with that same old grin?
Who’s gonna send birthday videos to the kids,
So they know how much they’re loved again?
These little things, they felt so small,
Now they’re the ones I miss most of all.
(Pre-Chorus)
Now the house feels quiet, the world feels wrong,
And I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on.
(Chorus)
Fuck, I miss my mom.
I don’t know how to cook a turkey,
Or paint the sky on my bedroom wall.
You were perfect, and I don’t know
How I’m gonna keep going at all.
(Bridge)
Maybe you’re out there, whispering low,
Telling me, “Baby, you’re stronger than you know.”
But right now, I don’t feel strong,
Right now, it just hurts that you’re gone.
(Chorus - softer, then build up)
Fuck, I miss my mom.
I don’t know how to cook a turkey,
Or paint the sky on my bedroom wall.
You were perfect, and I don’t know
How I’m gonna keep going at all.
(Outro - stripped down, almost spoken)
So I’ll keep trying, I’ll take small steps,
But I’ll always feel this hole in my chest.
And maybe one day, I’ll get along…
But fuck, I miss my mom.