Tobacco In My Sheets

There's tobacco in my sheets
 I know you won't be proud
 You always taught me not to be
 The kind of woman that I seem to be becoming now
 There's an empty bag of something
 On the table by my bed
 Yeah, I know you wouldn't like it, but
 It's the only thing that gets him out my head
 Oh, mama, I hope you understand
 'Cause when daddy broke your heart, I held your hand
 I'm not a smoker or a drinker
 Just a crazy overthinker
 And I need a little medicine
 I hope your broken heart, it understands
 There's someone that I hardly know
 Knocking at my door
 He's a pretty good distraction
 But he's not even a fraction of the one before
 And if I'm being honest
 I'm starting to scare myself
 No, I hate to disappoint you
 But if I can't tell you, I can't tell nobody else
 So, mama, I hope you understand
 'Cause I watched you hiding tears when daddy ran
 I'm not a smoker or a drinker
 Just a crazy overthinker
 And I need a little medicine
 I hope your broken heart, it understands
 I swear, I'm sorry if I'm letting you down, oh-oh
 Did you ever feel how I'm feeling now? Oh-oh
 And can you tell me how you found a way out?
 Can you be my heroine?
 'Cause God, I tried everything else
 Oh, mama, I just don't understand
 How you still raised up my brother to a man
 Were you a smoker or a drinker
 Or a crazy overthinker?
 Did you need a little medicine?
 I hope your broken heart, it understands