short and sweet

Can’t have an I.D.
Ma says I’ll lose it
Can’t have a phone
Because I’ll misuse it
Can’t have a dog
I might abuse it
I have a life
But I can’t use it

I may not live like you
I might have it tough
You just don’t see it through
It’s really not that rough

Having money is a crime
Not a nickel, a penny, or even a dime
I cannot leave its pretty gay
I won’t survive is what they say
No driver’s license, I’m nineteen
Still no job, I’m pretty keen
I got no girlfriend… um…
We’ll just leave it at that