

(mhm-mmm) I forgot to call on your birthday again
Sleeping past the noon sun,
hiding from my friends
Trying to find a spark in a burnt-out flame
But every time I fall,
I still whisper your name
I'm sorry mom that I'm a deadbeat
Walking down a slow and lonely street
But I still got your picture in my coat
Writing out my feelings in a note (ahhh)
You wanted me to stand up
straight and tall
But I'm just learning
how to break a fall
I'm sorry for the worry
in your eyes
Beneath these grey and heavy skies
I'm sorry mom that I'm a deadbeat
Walking down a slow and lonely street
But I still got your picture in my coat
Writing out my feelings in a note (ahhh)
I'll do
better tomorrow
(mhm-mmm) I'll do
better