Headlights
Eza Lyrics

Mom
The artist directly addresses his mother

I know I let you down
The artist acknowledges and apologizes for past mistakes

And though you say the days are happy
The artist is aware of his mother's attempt to remain positive despite their difficult situation

Why is the power off, and I'm fucked up?
The artist observes the disconnect between his mother's words and their reality, and laments his own struggles

And mom, I know he's not around
The artist mentions his absent father, likely influencing their strained relationship

But don't you place the blame on me
The artist asserts that his mother should not hold him solely responsible for their struggles

As you pour yourself another drink
The artist observes his mother turning to alcohol to cope with their situation

I guess we are who we are
The artist reflects that their situation is a result of their inherent traits and tendencies

Headlights shining in the dark night I drive on
The artist uses a metaphor of driving through the darkness to represent his struggles and journey through life

Maybe we took this too far
The artist recognizes that their situation may have gone beyond a point of return

I went in headfirst
The artist acknowledges that he acted impulsively and without thinking through potential consequences

Never thinking about who what I said hurt, in what verse
The artist admits to sometimes being thoughtless and not considering the impact of his words on others

My mom probably got it the worst
The artist recognizes that his mother likely bore the brunt of his mistakes and actions

The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are
The artist acknowledges that both he and his mother are stubborn and may struggle to come to an understanding

Did I take it too far?
The artist questions whether his actions may have gone beyond acceptable boundaries

But regardless I don't hate you cause ma!
The artist asserts that despite their struggles, he does not hate his mother

You're still beautiful to me, cause you're my mom
The artist affirms his love and appreciation for his mother despite their difficulties

Though far be it for you to be calling, my house was Vietnam
The artist alludes to their home being a difficult and hostile environment

Desert Storm and both of us put together can form an atomic bomb equivalent to Chemical warfare
The artist compares the tension and conflict between himself and his mother to a catastrophic event

And forever we can drag this on and on
The artist acknowledges that their conflict may continue indefinitely if they do not find a resolution

But, agree to disagree
The artist suggests that they may never come to a full understanding or agreement, but should still try to move forward

That gift from me up under the Christmas tree don't mean shit to me
The artist dismisses the importance of material possessions in comparison to their larger issues

You're kicking me out? It's 15 degrees and it's Christmas Eve (little prick just leave)
The artist reacts with anger and frustration to his mother's decision to expel him from their home

Ma, let me grab my fucking coat, anything to have each other's goats
The artist expresses a desire to reconcile with his mother, even if it means compromising

Why we always at each others throats? Especially when dad, he fucked us both
The artist questions why he and his mother are constantly in conflict, especially when they both suffered from their absent father's mistakes

We're in the same fucking boat, you'd think that it'd make us close (nope)
The artist notes the irony that they are both struggling through the same issues but have failed to find unity and support in each other

Further away that drove us, but together headlights
The artist suggests that their struggles have pushed them apart, but they are still moving forward together, albeit in their own separate paths