No Ceiling

think about it
what makes you happy
got these people 'round me
i call that family
seen evil round me
can't let that trap me
drove me round the bend
but can't let that snap me

drive me round the bend
and i still ride backseat
not Travis Bickle no more
drive taxi
i'm driven and all but can't
follow your path been
caught between a plan A and plan B
the man i am or the man i can be

seen people behind me lap me
people i looked up to can't catch me
time don't wait for no man
it stampedes
caught in high tides i'll
let that catch me
i'll float and gaze at the moon
it's tranquil

wish i could hold the whole
world at standstill
probably walk round like
i got the world on my back still
dunno if it's a molehill or mountain
dunno if it's an ocean or fountain
do i wanna be
a shipmate or captain

never had much drama, i
barely did emotion
never did much social, i
rather not be noticed
these boys ideas
and flows all stolen
i swapped to a different lens
saw things in a different focus

ain't no persona
gets confusing what i
introduce my name as
imposter syndrome like i
nicked your card and pin code
felt fake and out of place
in any space i'm involved

but if you ask me
how i'm holding up
probably tell you
i'm growing up
don't care much 'bout
being rich and that
but thinking 'bout falling in love
having kids and that

not right now
but you get what i'm hinting at
wanna house with a garden
and real nice kitchen plan
don't see the world as dark
as i used to
guess i've seen more greener grass
than i'm used to

think things might fall in place
or i might be dreaming
cos it all might just fall down
fall down like my kitchen ceiling
who needs a ceiling
anyway
tell the landlord
can't put a ceiling on me still