[Verse 1]
You call me every night
And tell me that you feel like shit
I say "I'm sorry, is there any way I can help with it?"
I listen to you scream
The world is simply your enemy
"With death and taxes, what's the point of trying to be happy?"

[Pre-Chorus]
And I've had bad days, bad years
Bad boys and bad careers
But I'm still standing here
I understand you darling but at the end of the day
You just won't help your help yourself
Rather give someone else, a glimpse into your hell
Pour all your problems on 'em just so you could walk away

[Chorus]
Boy, I'm too young to be your mother
Not smart enough to be your therapist either
And I'm always here when you need a talk
But maybe first you should take a walk
'Cause I'm not gonna make you change
That's above my paygrade babe
So call me when your sober
Call me when it's over
Call me slurring over your words from a payphone