I want someone to tell me
what to wear every morning.
I want someone to tell me what to eat,
what to like, what to hate,
what to rage about,
what to listen to, what band to like,
what to buy tickets for,
what to joke about,
what not to joke about.
I want someone to tell me
what to believe in,
who to vote for,
and who to love,
and how to tell them.
I just think I want someone to tell me
how to live my life, Father,
because so far I think
I’ve been getting it wrong.
And I know that’s why people want
people like you in their lives.
Because you just tell them how to do it.
You just tell them what to do,
and what they’ll get
out of the end of it.
Even though I don’t believe
your bullshit, and I know that
scientifically nothing I do makes
any difference in the end anyway,
I’m still scared.
Why am I still scared?
So just tell me what to do.
Just fucking tell me what to do, Father!