Fathers and Daughters

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?