Management

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 have friends And men who don't interject Harping over old regrets Hating how I let it get To 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 Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Oh, oh --- Management - Clairo