Oh, who am I to tell you that you're getting older?
Oh, who am I to tell you that you're worthless,
That you're getting big,
That you spit when you speak sometimes?
Oh, who am I to correct you when you're counting?
Oh, who am I to say you're doing great,
That your last boyfriend
And all his friends are just punks?
Oh, who am I to tell you stop drinking,
Or follow your dreams with no regrets,
Or your heart's just not in it,
Or you sleep way too much? Not I.
Oh, who am I to complain that you never call?
And who am I to say you're bad with money,
That you just can't relate,
That you threw your life away this time?

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