Ghost Writer - Cursive

I’m at your secretary

Writing quips in your diary

Inflating your life story

Poor taste and rich hyperbole

Nobody asked me to do this

Yet, here I am

These exorcisms are useless

But then again…

If it’s the last note I’m writing

I’ll make it a grand finale

Rampant politicizing

This constant finger wagging

It’s not a drama anymore

How’d your life become one big horror

Nobody asked my opinion

Yet, here it is

We’re in an unholy union

With arrogance

This is the last note I’m writing

This world has never felt less inviting to me

There you go again

It’s just a simple entry

Some light prose, sad and sweet

You had to go and fuck with the wording

You gotta shit on everything

Ghostwrite your wrongs

Nobody asked for an encore

Yet, here I am

This epilogue is an eyesore

It makes no sense

This is the last note I’m singing

Can you imagine such hubris got me this far?