
[Verse 1] Alarm clock screaming like it’s got a vendetta Coffee tastes bitter but I drink it anyway Tie on a smile like it’s part of the dress code Clock in my soul just to give it away Inbox piling like a mountain of maybes Phones keep ringing like I owe them my name Everyone’s got something they need from me lately But I can’t remember why I’m in this game ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Somewhere between bills and “I’ll get to it” I think I lost what I was doing ⸻ [Chorus] I think I’m gonna call my mom Tell her come pick me up I don’t wanna play anymore I think I’m done growing up You can keep the job, the keys, the stress All the things I’m “supposed” to love I think I’m gonna call my mom Tell her come pick me up ⸻ [Verse 2] Lunch break spent in a parking lot silence Staring at nothing like it’s staring back Got all these titles but none of them fit me Feels like I’m wearing somebody else’s mask Used to think freedom was making my own rules Now it just feels like a longer chain Nobody warned me the higher you climb up The less you remember why you came ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Somewhere between “fine” and pretending I forgot where this was heading ⸻ [Chorus] I think I’m gonna call my mom Tell her come pick me up I don’t wanna play anymore I think I’m done growing up You can keep the plans, the pressure, the mess All the things that weigh too much I think I’m gonna call my mom Tell her come pick me up ⸻ [Bridge] (tone shift—more vulnerable) I know she can’t fix this I know I’m not a kid But there’s a part of me still wishing For the way it used to be Where the worst thing in the world Was a scraped up knee And someone always knew Exactly what I need ⸻ [Break / Half Chorus] (stripped down) So I dial that number… Let it ring… ⸻ [Final Chorus] (build back up) I think I’m gonna call my mom Just to hear “it’s okay” I don’t wanna quit this life I just need a different day You can keep the weight for now I’ll come back when I’m enough I think I’m gonna call my mom… Tell her come pick me up ⸻ [Outro] (quiet, almost spoken) “…Hey… yeah, it’s me…”

