Senescence

Clear road ahead of me, pedal to the floor
Hard to remember what I even started driving for
Pull over to the shoulder just to see the stars
Funny, how glowing stickers can cancel out the dark

I'll write a hundred pages and throw them on the walls
Maybe someday even I won't know where they came from
And in a year I could be someone else, but would that be enough
To just forget about gravity and close in on myself

I make it easy, try to daydream all the days away
But you get dizzy if your eyes are closed, your legs still shake
Senescence seeps through cracks, I guess I have an open mind
Maybe if I can turn my signal, I can turn the tide

I'll write a hundred songs and shove the notebook in a drawer
Maybe someday even I won't remember how they go
And in a year, I could be someone else, but is it enough
To just forget about gravity and close in on myself

Sometimes you look up at the ceiling just to find it's closing in
Try to push back on the walls, only to spread yourself too thin
Turn on every light you have so you remember where you are
But if you block out the shadows, then you'll never see the stars
How the hell do I move forward if the door isn't unlocked
Maybe Sisyphus could teach me how to push this stupid rock
That's the thing about it though, nothing's good for me, I know
Like the sweetness of the murderer in cigarette smoke

Don't want to go
I'll be a ghost

I'll write a hundred stories if one could make you smile
Maybe, someday, all of my lost sleep will be worthwhile
And in a year, I will be someone else, it might not be enough
Think I was meant to be a memory
The ghost inside your walls