Momma

He’s the kind of boy that floats on clouds in a world full of rain.

He’s the kind of guy that gives you a shoulder to cry through your pain.

He’d never let you carry the bags or open the doors.

Yeah, he’s the kind of guy that your momma adores.

I’m the kind of girl that doesn’t know how to love.

The kind of girl who’s been messed up for years and thinks I ain’t good enough.

But I try hard and I make the time, but I’m kind of behind in life.

Yeah, I’m the kind of girl that your momma don’t like.

But you feel the butterflies and,

You see the sparkle in my eyes.

You think we’ll be alright.

And I know that it’ll take time.

Your momma don’t like me and my momma don’t like yours.

It’s a tense situation and everyone hates it,

But I think we’ll be alright.

Because our momma’s don’t get to decide.

You’re the kind of boy that lights up a room,

You’re calm and collected and your family gets it,

but,

I’m the kind of girl that panics at everything.

And I know that it’s stupid but that I can’t get make up excuses for why your momma don’t know how,

He’s even still with me right now.

But what she don’t see,

Is how he loves me,

And how our lives just changed somehow.

You feel butterflies and,

You see the sparkle in my eyes.

You think we’ll be alright,

And I know that we’ll be fine!

Your momma still don’t like and my momma still don’t like yours.

It’s a tense situation and we just can’t change it,

But I think it just needs time,

Because our momma’s don’t get to decide.