C'mon, Mom - The Elected

C’mon, Mom, I’m so scared

All things you told me are coming true

C’mon now, I’m too young to feel this tired

Sorry you ran out of money so soon

And drifting on the open sea won’t get you there this time

C’mon, 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

And you can keep all the friends that you made through me

I’m lying too, I can’t leave home alone

I’d rather cut all these losses and not take another bet

For a bright new fucking day

Let’s shout from on high, we’re still failing

We’ve 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