[Verse 1]
It was something as simple
As making the bed
That kicked off the voice
Inside her head
She was smoothing the sheet
With the palm of her hand
When the thought struck home
I don't know who I am
And she sat cross-legged
On the bedroom floor
And thought
There's 3 people in this house
That don't need me anymore
And she cried like a baby
In a pile of dirty clothes
[Chorus]
Oh, should I be more care free
Should I be more sexy
Should I be more friend, than mom
And the dryer was buzzing
And the TV was blaring
And she wanted to call her mother
It was something as simple
As making the bed
That kicked off the voice
Inside her head
She was smoothing the sheet
With the palm of her hand
When the thought struck home
I don't know who I am
And she sat cross-legged
On the bedroom floor
And thought
There's 3 people in this house
That don't need me anymore
And she cried like a baby
In a pile of dirty clothes
[Chorus]
Oh, should I be more care free
Should I be more sexy
Should I be more friend, than mom
And the dryer was buzzing
And the TV was blaring
And she wanted to call her mother
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