Free (The Editorial Me)

Life is a greenhouse gas

Half the police in masks

Pretending to be my friend

But nothing can box me in, cause I’m free yeah

I’ll be the first to dance

With every new circumstance

I smile at the scene I see

Cause I decide what it means to me, cause I can because I’m free yeah

Enclosed for your review is a picture of you before

you knew and circled in red are the things you said

When you lost your head

And got in bed Cause god is dead

But to whom it may concern

It’s no longer that person’s turn, it’s mine and I’m free

Dear sir(s),

We regret to inform you

The norm you conform to

Does not meet our needs at this time

But of course you may try to reapply for membership

And resubmit your manuscript

When the man you’ve scripted’s hands are lifted to the sky And the old you dies