TheRoadLessTraveled

Fuck your dreams I’m worried about ours

I will never go back to crowbars to cars

You could walk a million yellow bricks never reach oz

You could part the clouds never see God

Metaphor to trying too hard to reach Bones

Except I’m really here bring fear to your home

Me I always hear like my ear to the phone

So listen for the static imma warn you in code

Think you will understand if you see me up close no

You can never truly know a ghost

Talk slang on the corner but you don’t

Speakin down on the team bitch you won't

Take it easy slow it down let it go

Fuck it maybe I’ll feel the same we will never know

Never know how long I would have gone

I would have passed on if I was still on backroads

Ride like McBride arthur in his prime in the parry near the tides

Focus extra high so my gauge is always bright enough to light the path

And give directions to whomever brave enough

The chance nobody has taken up the one nobody dared to love

Don’t become the thing you hated just because you’re hating us

And that’s just words from the wall I awake translate it all

Then I scrape the message off