Time's at your door You're seventeen till you're fifty-four You're smart and adored And you weren't you till you wanted more Your mom was shit So you became your own just to fix it You pass down these days And now I'm trying my best just to break it I never got fitted in to raising kids, my house ain't a home But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep I'm living in my mother's jeans You taught me how to stand on my own So I hope that you know These hand-me-downs are more than just clothes You reminisce And sometimes it could be past mistakes But you've been through it So I'm trying my best just to listen I never got fitted in to raising kids my house ain't a home But I love drinking coffee and hate being wrong When I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep I'm living in my mother's jeans I hope she's proud of me for breaking the mould 'Cause she loved Debbie Harry, and did as she's told Now I look in the mirror, I'm seeing it more than skin deep I'm living in my mother's jeans Time change You're only getting older Yeah, the other day You would choose somebody's daughter But you made mistakes And you feel them more than you see You're living with your mother's Don't be afraid You can't patch up the damage So you move the way And packed your bags with bandages September eighth You handed it all down to me Now I live with your mother's seams In my mother's jeans Time's at your door You're seventeen till you're Fifty-four