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
Doesn’t make it less depressing
Tried so hard
Am I overcorrecting?
Aaaah
Aaaah

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?

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
Doesn’t make it less depressing
Tried so hard
Am I overcorrecting?
Aaaah
Aaaah

Am I overcorrecting, ah ha ah?
Am I overcorrecting, ah ha ah?
Am I overcorrecting, ah ha ah?
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah