Fathers and Daughters - Gold-Bears

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?

Or that your last boyfriend and all his friends are just punks?

Oh who am I to tell you to 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

Or that you just can’t relate

Or that you threw your life away this time?