No Ghosts For Tomorrow
Цыганщина, блядь!
There are so many ways to fuck everything up
A persecutor, rescuer, a victim that won’t stop
It all had me stuck in a triangular loop
Until I figured a way out and flew the coop
Spoiler alert! I tried to be good
Self-esteem problems not understood
There’s nothing a girl like me wouldn’t have done
To get the right guy and a place in the sun
It’s nicer to label something passion and love
But sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof
A spade is a spadе, what could go wrong went wrong
Doesn’t matter what I call it, what has been donе is done
Toxic shame and guilt never end well
Shitty outcomes lead to an elaborate hell
The consequences suck and then there’s the collateral
Damage lost in victimhood, blame the supernatural
So in the end nothing’s left but empty shadows
Past vicious cycles dissolved in pointless drama
So much for casual free love aficionados
And yet I think I have loved, and that was for real
There are so many ways to get lost in the chase
Big cities, big dreams, and too little space
To turn, to maneuver, to pursue, to outpace
The elusive and bittersweet breeze on my face
I’ve made the mistake of trying hard to fit in
But freedom beckons the heart of the nomad within
There was no point in running away from myself
Pretending to be someone else, what a horrible death
What did I love? The pain or the dream?
The yearning or the places where I haven’t been?
Was I running away with no cause to run for?
Does it hurt just a little bit or more than before?
All the toxic shit never ends well
Dependent and stuck is the definition of hell
Tomorrow’s a fight day, it’s gonna be rough
Without any freedom there is no love
So in the end nothing’s left but empty shadows
Past vicious cycles dissolved in pointless drama
So much for casual free love aficionados
And yet I think I have loved, and that was for real
My yesterday’s gone, and done, and duly buried
Deep in forgiveness where ghosts will not be ghosted
Where my tomorrow will never have to worry
Where my today can accept and love when it’s healed
You can’t stop me
(Get fucking lost!)
I’m gonna break free from this
(Now!)
You can’t stop me
(Get outta my way)
‘Cause I wanna live now
(Now!)
What did I love? The pain or the dream?
The yearning or the places where I haven’t been?
Was I running away with no cause to run for?
Does it hurt just a little bit or more than before?
Looking for peace but preparing for war
Love without freedom is dead and forlorn
It dies in the darkness or never gets born
If it is never fought for, it hurts so much more
It hurts so much more
So in the end nothing’s left but empty shadows
Past vicious cycles dissolved in pointless drama
So much for casual free love aficionados
And yet I think I have loved, and that was for real
My yesterday’s gone, and done, and duly buried
Deep in forgiveness where ghosts will not be ghosted
Where my tomorrow will never have to worry
Where my today can accept and love when it’s healed
What did I love?
What did I love?
The pain or the dream?
The pain, the pain
What did I love?
What did I love?
When all the ghosts are gone, a new day will begin
What did I love?
What did I love?
The pain or the dream?
The dream, the dream
What did I love?
What did I love?
When all the ghosts are gone, a new day will begin