Songtext von Tabacco In My Sheets

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 somethin' 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 Someone that I hardly know Knockin' 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 But did you ever feel how I'm feeling now? Can you tell me how you felt right now? Can you be my heroine? 'Cause God, I've 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