Hard

Mamma's in the tub, rub-a-dub, dub

thinkin' about twistin' one up

everybody here is down with the bug

everybody here is frustrated

so you, don't have to be so hard

bottoms up dixie cup

baby you're the one I tried to love up

all by myself

you can spit in my face

I'll probably save you a place

up high on the shelf

but you don't have to be so hard

now you shine around my door

with nothing new to say

if you had the best intentions

you wouldn't leave things where they lay

old enough to see, what makes your rockets fly

and how to make myself cry, to live better

old enough to see the beauty of one tree

growin' up to face the weather

so you don't have to be so hard

on us, we're hard enough on ourselves