Not Your Mother

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    Like, anger context
    I dated this guy for, like, a year
    And while I was—

    Like a dog coming back to its vomit
    I'm a girl holding your broken promise
    You weren't honest
    I don't wanna be your savior anymore, alright, I quit
    I don't wanna be a preacher at your door, your second chance
    I don't wanna be your therapist, I can't forgive your sins
    Oh, I'm sick of it

    I'm not your mother, I'm not your fix
    Oh, no, I guess you gotta grow up
    Heaven forbid
    You're not my baby, this isn't bliss
    I'm not your mother, but I know I know best
    I'm not your—

    Like a leech holding on to my kisses
    Little bites on my skin, needed stitches
    Bet you miss it
    You're a virus, you're a curse, a narcissistic little prick
    Parasitic little animal I'm not afraid to kick
    Wouldn't wish you on an enemy, I've got it dialed in
    I'm so sick of it

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    I'm not your mother, I'm not your fix (I'm not your fix)
    Oh, no, I guess you gotta grow up
    Heaven forbid
    You're not my baby, this isn't bliss
    I'm not your mother, but I know I know best
    I'm not your—

    I'm not your mother

    Not my job to grin and bear it when you're living with your parents
    If I have to change my number one more time, oh God, I swear I
    Freed myself from your redemption, your disease is unrelenting
    When I said it, boy, I meant it

    I'm not your mother, I'm not your fix (I'm not your fix)
    Oh, no, I guess you gotta grow up
    Heaven forbid
    You're not my baby, this isn't bliss
    I'm not your mother, but I know I know best
    I'm not your—

    I'm not your mother, not your mother, not your mother, no, no
    I'm not your mother, not your mother, not your mother, no, no

    Song details

    Composition: Austin Davis, Jessie Early, and Gracie Binion

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