Your Mother

Your mother wants to know
If you're coming home
For the three-day weekend
She says "No big deal"
But is that how it feels?
Your phone voice is all pretend

She makes you feel so small
Like you never moved out at all
You feel so small
But she doesn't mean it after all

Your mother wants to know
Why you're acting as though
She planned the whole life that you lead
She wants so bad to be
A mother perfectly
But she's nothing like what you want to be

She makes you feel so small
Like you never moved out at all
You feel so small
But she doesn't mean it after all

Your mother gets along
But she misses Hong Kong
You know, but never to what extent
She makes Sunday's meal
Into such a big deal
But to you it's a total non-event

She makes you feel so small
Like you never moved out at all
You feel so small
But she doesn't mean it after all