The Shell

I'm a ghost Walking in a boring dream You are there Talking and I'm not listening I am busy doing nothing And you're rudely interrupting It's a myth and now I see it clearly You don't have to be sad to make something worth hearing Now I'm calm and I'm content One more burden off my back You don't wanna be a creator Doesn't mean you've got nothing to say Put down the pen, don't let it force your hand I'm a ghost Walking on an empty street No name anymore No need to call for me I'm a long-lost hometown hero Late to legendary past lives within me If I had the offer to do it again Make me invincible, invisible, or brain dead If the body and the life were two things that we could divide I'd deliver up my shell to be filled with somebody else You don't wanna be a creator Doesn't mean you've got nothing to say Put down the pen, don't let it force your hand You don't wanna be a leader Doesn't mean you don't know the way Hold your own hand, walk on without a plan