I'm Sorry Mom (Stoner Edition)

Guitar tapping, slap and pop guitar, Intimate melancholic indie pop with acoustic/electric guitar, conversational youthful male vocals, emotionally vulnerable verses, catchy melodic chorus, understated drums, warm bedroom-production feel, subtle vocal harmonies, dry deadpan humor, bittersweet songwriting, dynamic build into the chorus, organic live-band feel, ending with soft humming, whistling, and a lingering harmonized guitar melody, Keep the performance sincere and emotionally grounded even when the lyrics are absurd and stoner-themed

V5.5

Everybody's chasing money, climbing ladders to the sky
I'm just trying to find my lighter that was in my hand five minutes ago
They tell me get a job, make a future, make some dough
But I just rolled another joint, so I guess I'm good to go

[Chorus]
And I know my folks keep saying I should get my life on track
But I'm way too damn relaxed to be concerned with all of that
They call me the family disappointment, and I guess that's fine
I'm just sitting here getting high, I'm sorry, Mom

[Interlude]
I told you not to smoke that much.

[Verse 2]
I know you wanted better, you had dreams of me succeeding
Instead I'm on the couch explaining why the carpet looks like it's breathing
I don't have a college diploma hanging proudly on my wall
But I got seventeen theories about why the ceiling fan won't fall

I tried to be productive, made a list of things to do
Then I found an old bag of chips and suddenly the list was through
I swear I've got ambition somewhere underneath this haze
It's just currently on vacation for the next three to five days

[Chorus]
I know you had a vision of the person I'd become
But somewhere down the road I got distracted by the sun
You wanted me successful, with a future shining bright
Instead I'm eating cereal at two in the morning, I'm sorry, Mom

[Interlude]
Now get out of my sight, you little—
Wait... did you leave any pizza?

[Verse 3]
I'm not exactly hopeless, I'm just operating slow
I've got dreams inside my head, but they refuse to leave the sofa
While everybody's building careers and buying houses in the suburbs
I'm calculating whether I can order tacos with my last ten dollars

Maybe someday I'll be famous, maybe someday I'll be rich
Maybe I'll discover something while I'm staring at this ditch—
Of my own making, in the living room, surrounded by snacks
And if anybody asks, I'm taking a temporary sabbatical from facts

[Chorus]
And I know you think I oughta be somebody by now
But I've got my own direction, I just haven't found it out
You wanted me to make you proud and give this life a better run
Instead I'm smoking on the porch, I'm sorry, Mom

I'm a little bit useless (I'm sorry, Mom)
And permanently hungry (So sorry, Mom)
I may have eaten your leftovers (I'm sorry, Mom)
But I'll replace them when I'm done (I'm sorry, Mom)

[Outro]
[Soft humming melody]
Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-mm...

[Whistling, following the melody]

[Harmonized electric guitar lick — warm, hazy, lingering]

[Fade out]

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[Verse 1] I woke up at noon and I already need a break There was something on my schedule, but I forgot what day I had plans to change my life, then I watched the clouds for hours Now I'm standing in the kitchen having deep thoughts with the flowers Everybody's chasing money, climbing ladders to the sky I'm just trying to find my lighter that was in my hand five minutes ago They tell me get a job, make a future, make some dough But I just rolled another joint, so I guess I'm good to go [Chorus] And I know my folks keep saying I should get my life on track But I'm way too damn relaxed to be concerned with all of that They call me the family disappointment, and I guess that's fine I'm just sitting here getting high, I'm sorry, Mom [Interlude] I told you not to smoke that much. [Verse 2] I know you wanted better, you had dreams of me succeeding Instead I'm on the couch explaining why the carpet looks like it's breathing I don't have a college diploma hanging proudly on my wall But I got seventeen theories about why the ceiling fan won't fall I tried to be productive, made a list of things to do Then I found an old bag of chips and suddenly the list was through I swear I've got ambition somewhere underneath this haze It's just currently on vacation for the next three to five days [Chorus] I know you had a vision of the person I'd become But somewhere down the road I got distracted by the sun You wanted me successful, with a future shining bright Instead I'm eating cereal at two in the morning, I'm sorry, Mom [Interlude] Now get out of my sight, you little— Wait... did you leave any pizza? [Verse 3] I'm not exactly hopeless, I'm just operating slow I've got dreams inside my head, but they refuse to leave the sofa While everybody's building careers and buying houses in the suburbs I'm calculating whether I can order tacos with my last ten dollars Maybe someday I'll be famous, maybe someday I'll be rich Maybe I'll discover something while I'm staring at this ditch— Of my own making, in the living room, surrounded by snacks And if anybody asks, I'm taking a temporary sabbatical from facts [Chorus] And I know you think I oughta be somebody by now But I've got my own direction, I just haven't found it out You wanted me to make you proud and give this life a better run Instead I'm smoking on the porch, I'm sorry, Mom I'm a little bit useless (I'm sorry, Mom) And permanently hungry (So sorry, Mom) I may have eaten your leftovers (I'm sorry, Mom) But I'll replace them when I'm done (I'm sorry, Mom) [Outro] [Soft humming melody] Hmm-mm... hmm-mm-mm... [Whistling, following the melody] [Harmonized electric guitar lick — warm, hazy, lingering] [Fade out]

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