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Ghost

if i had one day to think
i'd put the car in drive
tape my foot down, no more stops tonight

smash the rear view
seatbelt all torn
hear the sound of steel once
all the tires are all but worn

but
this may be cliche
heard all the time
a song to raise myself
but FUCK YOU THIS ONE'S MINE
it's not for you, can you hear me?

i'm sick of having dictionary headings name my settings
wipe the name and face and make a textbook case of my own race
to get there...wherever that may be
don't ever look at what i do
just what the world has done to me

oh

i must protest
cause i put in the time i call the shots
and if i fall it's my own fault
i landed on the rock
it won't land on me
so to speak

i won't
live my life on paths set
i won't
live my live in regret
i would
put my life in my own hands
good or bad
i don't care if you don't understand

i apologize
i love you all like family
but in this one i'm like the youngest child
always pacified
pushed in life by the guise of great advice
i'm told to shoot for far off skies
and live dreams that might not
necessarily be mine
realize this life is mine

i'm in no way ungrateful
it's just in terms of fate i'd rather take my leap of faith
in safety nets that i helped make
so thank you
i'm sorry
i'm ghost and truly know that

this may be cliche
an overstated testament of youth that's mixed with big words and fuck yous
forget you anyway
you don't even care