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You think I should wear tighter clothes Appeal to those gender norms Get off the pills, un-pierce my nose And maybe then I’ll start to sell out Showers You think I should cut caffeine Do Pilates and yoga and eating clean While I’m at it, nicotine Then all of my success is guaranteed I ask you for advice and I end up in a crisis I’m in my twenties, but I just want my mom to like me I just want my mom to like me I don’t need vibe ends I can plan my days in advance And set alarms and take some classes Then my art will really stand a chance Sorry, mom, I’m kissing girls I sleep in late and bleach your curls Wear baggy clothes with candied pearls I chip my nails and use bed fuck Sorry, mom, I’m not okay Lately, I think you’re ashamed My friends do poppers and cocaine Letras de cancionesI’m worried I’ll go back I ask you for advice and I end up in a crisis I’m in my twenties, but I just want my mom to like me I just want my mom to like me Sorry, mom, I’m my own person Maybe just a little worse An all different kind of version of what you had in mind Sorry, mom, I’m my own person Maybe just a little worse An all different kind of version of what you had in mind I ask you for advice and I end up in a crisis I’m pushing thirty, but I just want my mom to like me I just want my mom to like me From Letras Mania