(Verse 1) Mama was soft-spoken, but she wasn’t soft Like a quiet storm moving through a hayloft She was calloused in the ways that a hard life makes Seen enough patterns, seen enough fakes She didn't have a lot of sugar for my tongue Not a lot of lullabies that ever got sung But she looked at me once, barely raised her head: “If you let ’em walk on you…”—then she paused and said— “You let ’em step and you let ’em tread… You’re no better than the mat by the door,” she said. (Pre-Chorus) It wasn’t a hug, it wasn’t a kiss But I’m sure glad she gave me a lesson like this! (Chorus) I’m not your doormat, don’t wipe your feet Don’t drag your mess in off the street Don’t drop your problems and call it love I ain’t your landing pad, I’ve had enough! I can be kind, yeah I can be sweet But I’m not where you come to clean your feet Mama said it soft, but it stuck like lead— “I didn’t raise you to be walked on,” she said. (Verse 2) Looking back now, yeah I see the view From the floor where everyone is walking through A revolving door and a worn-out floor People takin’ more and then askin’ for more Maybe they got demons, maybe they don't know That their tracks are muddying up the show But I was standing there with my "Open" sign Thinking patience was a virtue every single time. (Pre-Chorus) She wasn't warm, but she was right And now I’m keeping my own light bright! (Chorus) I’m not your doormat, don’t wipe your feet Don’t drag your chaos in here with me Don’t say you’re sorry then do it again I ain’t your practice round, I ain’t your “when” I can forgive, I just won’t stay For somebody who keeps walkin’ away Mama said it soft, but it stuck like lead— “I didn’t raise you to be walked on,” she said. (Bridge) It’s a cycle of sadness, it’s a wheel that turns People do it to each other while the spirit burns But the door is locked and the bolt is thrown And I’m the best thing I’ve ever known! (Final Chorus) I’m not your doormat, find another floor I don’t live down on the level anymore You don’t get access just ’cause I’m nice Kind doesn’t mean I’ll pay your price I’ve got a spine and I finally use it And peace of mind—I’m not gonna lose it Mama didn’t say much, but what she said— Still echoes sweet inside my head. (Outro) No more "sure," when I mean "no" I'm way too cute to be treated so low! Yeah, you keep your mud and you keep your floor 'Cause I'm not being your doormat... Nope! Not today, not tomorrow, Not even on a "Maybe" Monday! I’m picking up my heart and I’m on my way.