Twenty-Four and Still on Mama’s Couch

Verse 1

You packed your bags on a Tuesday night,

said “I’m grown, I’m gone, I’m doing this right.”

Left your key on the table, left the light on the porch,

left me standing there holding the torch.

I watched your taillights fade down the drive,

praying you’d turn around, praying you’d survive.

Chorus

Now you’re shacked up with a boy who can’t stand on his own,

twenty-four years old and still calling Mama’s house home.

He’s got a mattress on the floor and a dream in a jar,

a half-lit cigarette and a broke-down car.

Oh sister, sister, what did you trade?

Our late-night talks for his PlayStation games.

Verse 2

He says he’s gonna make it big one day,

just as soon as he beats this next stage.

While his laundry piles up to the ceiling fan,

you’re working two jobs to be his biggest fan.

Mama’s fridge still got his name on the milk,

and you’re sleeping on Star Wars sheets made of silk.

Chorus

Yeah you’re living with a boy who can’t stand on his own,

twenty-four years old and still calling Mama’s house home.

He’s got excuses for days and a future on pause,

while you’re out there fighting for both of y’all’s cause.

Oh sister, sister, I miss your laugh,

you traded your spine for his lazy ass.

Bridge

I ain’t saying you can’t love whoever you choose,

but loving him shouldn’t mean you’re the one who loses.

You were gonna leave this town, chase the sky so blue,

now you’re stuck in his basement, wondering who the hell are you.

Verse 3

One day you’ll wake up, see the mess you’re in,

hear that front door calling you back again.

I’ll keep the light on, keep your room the same,

no questions asked, no playing the blame.

‘Cause blood don’t break for a dead-end romance,

and home’s still home when you need a second chance.

Final Chorus

He’s twenty-four and still scared to stand on his own,

but you, little sister, you were born to roam.

When you’re tired of the couch and the lies and the games,

you know where to find me; I never changed.

Oh sister, sister, come home when you’re done,

loving a man-child who can’t even run.

Outro

Yeah, come home when you’re done…

I’ll leave the light on.