Call Mom

I'm sad in my Porsche, I was happy in my Honda

I just can't afford to be rich any longer

'Cause I got so bored of the stuff I was fond of

I'm cryin' backstage, but I'm playin' The Fonda

Hollywood hills, but got Hollywood friends

There for the party, but not when it ends

Hollywood dreams, but I'm still just a kid

And I would give anything to feel that again

I'm too young to feel like my life's already over

The past's so far gone and the future's much closer

I'd trade all this freedom for the weight off my shoulders

I would, yeah, I would

Mama, can you pick me up?

I wanna come home, I hate this grownup stuff

Mama, I wanna come home

Hi, honey, it's me, um

You haven't responded to any of my texts that I've been sending you so I hope everything's okay

Um, I was just calling to see

Hey mom, I promise that everything's fine

Still doin' the same shit, just wastin' my time

Don't believe everything you see online

Your little girl's heartbroke, but she's still alive

I'm too young to feel like my life's already over

The past's so far gone and the future's much closer

I'd trade all this freedom for the weight off my shoulders

I would, yeah, I would

Mama, can you pick me up?

I wanna come home, I hate this grownup stuff

Mama, I wanna come home

Can I, can I, can I go back?

Can I, can I come back, back, back?

Can I, can I go back?

Can I, can I come back, back, back?

Can I come back, back, back, back?

Can I, can I come back?

Can I come back, back, back, back, back?

Can I, can I come back?

Can I, can I come back, back, back, back home?

Can I, can I come back home? Mmm

And I can't wait to see you, talk to you soon, bye-bye