Tobacco In My Sheets - Lauren Aquilina

There’s tobacco in my sheets

I know you won’t be proud

You always taught me not to be the kind of woman that I seem to be becoming now

There’s an empty bag of something

On the table by my bed

Yeah, I know you wouldn’t like it but

It’s the only thing that gets him out my head

Oh mama, I hope you understand

'Cause when daddy broke your heart, I held your hand

I’m not a smoker or a drinker

Just a crazy overthinker

And I need a little medicine

I hope your broken heart, it understands

There’s someone that I hardly know

Knocking at my door

He’s a pretty good distraction

But he’s not even a fraction of the one before

And if I’m being honest

I’m starting to scare myself

No, I hate to disappoint you

But if I can’t tell you, I can’t tell nobody else

So mama, I hope you understand

'Cause I watched you hiding tears when daddy ran

I’m not a smoker or a drinker

Just a crazy overthinker

And I need a little medicine

I hope your broken heart, it understands

I swear, I’m sorry if I’m letting you down, oh-oh

But did you ever feel how I’m feeling now?

Oh-oh

And can you tell me how you found a way out?

Can you be my heroine?

'Cause God, I tried everything else

Oh mama, I just don’t understand

How you still raised up my brother to a man

Were you a smoker or a drinker?

Or a crazy overthinker?

Did you need a little medicine?

I hope your broken heart, it understands