Not Buster Keaton (Remastered)
I just want to watch what you're doing
I just want to play you in a movies
I can't climb in
I'm not Buster Keaton
I learn but I forget
About the consequence
I swear I've grown
I catch a glimpse and I'm thrown
Cause I spend all my time recovering
From the sight of what I should be
And I spend all my time wondering
What I gotta do
To be more like
I could stay in my lane but I refuse to believe I'm bound to this by more than mere circumstance
If you wanted this too I promise I'd leave if I got the chance
I just need to get out of my eternal internal monologue
I'm not out of my mind
You're just on it all the time
But I spend all my time recovering
From the sight of what I should be
And I spend all my time wondering
What I gotta do
To be more like
You kill me
you leave me a spirit without a body
You are my phantom skin
I do not
Want to control you I couldn't take you over
Be everything you've been
So much for building my own self
This is not love, it's just hell
I spend all my time recovering
From the sight of what I should be
And I spend all my time wondering
What I gotta do
To be more like you
I just want to play you in a movies
I can't climb in
I'm not Buster Keaton
I learn but I forget
About the consequence
I swear I've grown
I catch a glimpse and I'm thrown
Cause I spend all my time recovering
From the sight of what I should be
And I spend all my time wondering
What I gotta do
To be more like
I could stay in my lane but I refuse to believe I'm bound to this by more than mere circumstance
If you wanted this too I promise I'd leave if I got the chance
I just need to get out of my eternal internal monologue
I'm not out of my mind
You're just on it all the time
But I spend all my time recovering
From the sight of what I should be
And I spend all my time wondering
What I gotta do
To be more like
You kill me
you leave me a spirit without a body
You are my phantom skin
I do not
Want to control you I couldn't take you over
Be everything you've been
So much for building my own self
This is not love, it's just hell
I spend all my time recovering
From the sight of what I should be
And I spend all my time wondering
What I gotta do
To be more like you
Credits
Writer(s): Fell From The Tree
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