Its just paper.

Cigarette smoke Wheels no spokes Board rollin down alleys Late night skate Let me escape The life I never planned Never on time You best lower your expectations Snortin molly in the bathroom Chuggin vodka in the hall I could be anywhere at all But I’d still crawl back to the clutches of dependence I forfeited life's race in the first lap Yet I'm still trapped Coughing up blood I strive for nothing I don't want to feel I long to be free From society Our culture has maxed out So now everyone wants to shout for help because what the world wants Is unrealistic We try to overdose And become comatose To drop all worries of material success Those Stacks on stacks on stacks Racks on racks on racks We forget its just paper Not what defines us The rest is up to the people To rise about the atmosphere Of atoms and mold supportive molecules from the elements we're presented Not corrected like a sent typo To your mom Or boss Control Is unattainable Fathom the slack of a slacker Loosen your ropes And walk the plank With no hopes of disaster nor triumph Determined To just be

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