The Shell - Lucy Dacus

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 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