Management - Clairo

Mom, would you give me a ring?

One for the ride and one for the magazines?

«She's only twenty-two»

A flash to the upbringing of the child, the canine

What will become mine

Once I decide to leave?

Seek to take and give it all away

Once you know, it’s only a maze

There could be more days like today

Complain to the management

About my lack of self-respect

Fast forward to when I’ll have friends

And men who don’t interject

Harping over old regrets

Hating how I let it get to me, me

Only for a short while

I’m bound to lose my head

And just when I start to think it’s ended

Another demand commences

I’m doing it for my future self

The one who needs more attention

I’ll forget to forgive and hold it all in

I’m old with some resentment

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