Glass Door

Suspended in nothing too dramatic

Leads me wanting dissonance

My fulfillment is often sporadic

Trying to hit my resonance

Nothing is yours

Nothing is mine

Nothing is mine

Nothing is yours

Nothing is yours

Don't get so caught up with all

Owning that stores all your vibes

Inside this glass door

Depression sets in like a neighbor unwanted

You can't refuse cause it's not your house

Once you stop buying discover the haunted void

That you fill in with material malice

Nothing's set in stone for the fearful

Nothing's set; your life is rented

So burn all the shit you own