Why you do this to my head?
You get in, get out, ride around
like you have an all-day pass
But I am the stupid one that gives you
The unlimited card
I hate how you ride my tracks whenever,
No matter the time
But hate even more how I can’t ride your tracks
For your tracks have a name
And it’s not mine, neither yours
They are owned by someone who is not me
And that kills me
Kills me because I am so darn respectful of boundaries
You seem happy with the name of your tracks
I just wish they didn’t have a name
I wish they were free and
Still had time to present my name
But it’s too late
That tracks are named,
And don’t want to break them
Don’t want to cause chaos in the underground
Your tracks mean more to me
Than my own
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