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 Sincerely The editorial me