Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're fifty-four
You're smart and adored
And you weren't you 'til you wanted more
Your mom was shit
So you became your own just to fix it
You pass down the stick
And now I'm trying my best just to break it
I never got fitted in to raising kids, my house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
You were on the roads
You taught me how to stand on my own
So I hope that you know
These hand-me-downs are more than just clothes
You reminisce
And sometimes it could be past mistakes
But you've been through it
So I'm trying my best just to listen
I never got fitted in to raising kids my house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
I hope she's proud of me for breaking the mould
'Cause she loved Debbie Harry, and did as she's told
Now I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
Time change
You're only getting older
Yeah, the other day
You were just somebody's daughter
But you made mistakes
Now you feel them more than you see
You're living with your mother's
Don't be afraid
You can't patch up the damage
So you moved away
And packed your bags with bandages
September eighth
You handed it all down to me
Now I live with your mother's seams
In my mother's jeans
Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're
Fifty-four
Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're fifty-four
You're smart and adored
And you weren't you 'til you wanted more
Your mom was shit
So you became your own just to fix it
You pass down the stick
And now I'm trying my best just to break it
I never got fitted in to raising kids, my house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
You were on the roads
You taught me how to stand on my own
So I hope that you know
These hand-me-downs are more than just clothes
You reminisce
And sometimes it could be past mistakes
But you've been through it
So I'm trying my best just to listen
I never got fitted in to raising kids my house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
I hope she's proud of me for breaking the mould
'Cause she loved Debbie Harry, and did as she's told
Now I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
Time change
You're only getting older
Yeah, the other day
You were just somebody's daughter
But you made mistakes
Now you feel them more than you see
You're living with your mother's
Don't be afraid
You can't patch up the damage
So you moved away
And packed your bags with bandages
September eighth
You handed it all down to me
Now I live with your mother's seams
In my mother's jeans
Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're
Fifty-four
Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're fifty-four
You're smart and adored
And you weren't you 'til you wanted more
Your mom was shit
So you became your own just to fix it
You pass down the stick
And now I'm trying my best just to break it
I never got fitted in to raising kids, my house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
You were on the roads
You taught me how to stand on my own
So I hope that you know
These hand-me-downs are more than just clothes
You reminisce
And sometimes it could be past mistakes
But you've been through it
So I'm trying my best just to listen
I never got fitted in to raising kids my house ain't a home
But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong
When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
I hope she's proud of me for breaking the mould
'Cause she loved Debbie Harry, and did as she's told
Now I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep
I'm living in my mother's jeans
Time change
You're only getting older
Yeah, the other day
You were just somebody's daughter
But you made mistakes
Now you feel them more than you see
You're living with your mother's
Don't be afraid
You can't patch up the damage
So you moved away
And packed your bags with bandages
September eighth
You handed it all down to me
Now I live with your mother's seams
In my mother's jeans
Time's at your door
You're seventeen 'til you're
Fifty-four