What's Fair

I think that you'd be proud I flew alone today I think that you'd be shocked that I don't look the same I grew up fast without you Did my lashes in the bathroom And some things you'd like to skip Sixteen, sucking dick In the bathroom What's fair? What's a fair assessment Of the job you did? Do you ever even regret it? It's not rare It doesn't make it less depressing Tried so hard, am I overcorrecting? Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah You'd want me to be famous So you could live by proxy You always had a reason To comment on my body You're not a perfect person Something's always wrong But I know there's nothing Less perfect to a girl than a mom What's fair? What's a fair assessment Of the job you did? Do you ever even regret it? It's not rare It doesn't make it less depressing Tried so hard, am I overcorrecting? Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Maybe it was not the right time Maybe it was not the right wine Maybe it was in the water Maybe God turned a blind eye Maybe it was my crime Maybe I should see a doctor I didn't choose you, you chose me I won't chalk up The truth to disease What's fair? What's a fair assessment Of the job you did? Do you ever even regret it? It's not rare It doesn't make it less depressing Tried so hard Am I overcorrecting? (Ah) Am I overcorrecting, ah-ah-ah? Am I overcorrecting, ah-ah-ah? Am I overcorrecting, ah-ah-ah? Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah