Ghosts

Ghosts try to talk me into waking up
They rise like steam from my coffee cup
Must mean it's Monday, I'm acting tough
Pretend the weekend was long enough
Ghosts try to talk me into shutting my mouth
Girl, you really think you're gonna make it now?
You're scared to death, can't even make a sound
You'll wait for Wednesday to come around
Ghosts try to talk me into giving up
I don't believe them, I know I'm stuck
Cause I'm bored to death when I'm writing for the man
I'll clock my hours, then I'll test my luck
Still, ghosts try to talk me into feeling old
My hips they lie and my wrinkles fold
But I won't be fooled by the art and copy
Gravity works against every body
Ghosts tried to talk me out of moving on
Live for the weekend, just have fun
I did, I tried, but I died too young
There's more to life than chasing the sun
Oh, Honey, I
You got crows feet, I grew bunions
You move slowly, I'm on the run
You rise early, I chase the sun
Let's start aging while we're still young
Turns out gray hairs have the most fun
Tell everyone