I made a list of the things I need

I wrote "Money" and "Self Esteem."

And I could use a half ounce of weed

But—that’s a want and not a need

I gotta get my priorities

In order, so it seems

Cuz I'm running from my dreams

And it's making me feel mean

It's making me feel mean

It's making me blow smoke

I can hear you laughing

You laugh, but it's no joke

You made a list of the things I need

You wrote "God" and "a degree."

You didn't write down "therapy,"

Cuz you just want what's best for me

I put my trust in authority

Thought I was destined to succeed

Then I realized that your dreams

Just weren't right for me

You thought you could save me

Shoving shit right down my throat

Well I don't need your father

Your son, or Holy Ghost

I bought a book on anarchy

That's a little bit of irony

But I was hoping to find the kеy

Or something to believе

I made a list of the things I need

I wrote them down:

1. _____

2. _____

3. _____

But I left the lines empty

To reflect the current "me."

My tank is on empty

My heart is out of hope

I know that you are laughing

But I'm the writer of the joke