Midtown Waitress - The Paper Kites

Oh momma I don’t want to sit and listen to

What you’re talking about

We’re both young and we’re going move to the city

Yeah we found a little place up there

We don’t need a lecture bout things that could go wrong

I’m not a child no more

So let me be my own

Let me be my own

So I got a job as a waitress

It’s not much but we’re getting by

Three months in we’re happy and we’re living

Like I told you we could be

Every time I call you yeah you’re crying

And I don’t want to do you wrong

But I’m not coming home

Let me be my own

Oh the things we do

To make it on our own

People say this town is fast and if you don’t hold on

It blows you back to where you came from

God is money, loves a game

And everyone is angry at the president

Protests on the streets, people shouting

And I’ll say that I’m angry too

But not enough to go

I’m trying to be my own

Hey ma, it’s been a while, yeah I’m just checking in

Seeing how you’ve been

Nothing’s wrong I’m doing fine, no that’s a lie

I’m not doing so well

Lost my job and Joey found religion

And he also found another girl

That’s not how it’s supposed to go

And I’m missing home

I’m trying to be my own but I

Guess I just feel a little alone

Oh the things we do

To make it on our own