"C'mon, Mom" lyrics - THE ELECTED

C'mon, Mom
I'm so scared
All the things you told me are coming true
C'mon, now
I'm too young to feel this tired
Sorry you ran out of money so soon
And drifting on the open sea won't get you there this time
C'mon, friends
Let's make those repairs
It's your heart that's broken not your legs
And there's a fight to get into somewhere
It's cool inside
A friendly place to hide
And it's a bad rain today so let's try not to speak of old times
And it's a long shot but I'm looking for the good
Just like you told me to do but I'm told it takes practice to improve
You're a fucking liar and I'm leaving
And you can keep all the friends that you made through me
I'm lying too, I can't leave home alone
I'd rather cut all these losses
And not take another bet for a bright new fucking day
Let's shout from on high, we're still failing
We still got more regrets than mistakes
It takes focus at this level of failing
But at least your friends can relate
So write or call or just think of us from time to time
I'll still be drifting. But he was so gifted. Fair enough