checklist

I must have started life with a checklist
I took the rules, broke ‘em in two
Man, I must have started life with a checklist
And the first is not giving in like, you

You’re burned out asking,
Which half is me, which half is me?
You’re burned out asking,
Which half is me?

You don’t have to dress up
It’s not a fucking fashion show
You don’t have to kiss up
I’m never have to go that low

You don’t have to dress up
It’s not a fucking fashion show
You don’t have to kiss up
I’m never going that low

My life’s my book,
It’s the story of what I write

My life’s mine
It is mine
And no one said you could change what I,
Write!

My life
Too late too soon
My life
Too late for you
My life

Too late too soon
Too late

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