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Machine
by Jessie Elizabeth
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Screaming to the open road
An illusion of euphoria
Flickers across the windshield
I wish things could be that real
Springtime sun beating down on me
Snow so white, I'm blind to see
Oh, to actually be this free
And I think you're the one
But you don't think past next week
What if I made it about me
Just another day fighting the same tired routine
And no one can change it except...me
I stand on the asphalt
Why would we put this on mountaintops
It goes unanswered in the air
Still, I wanted to be here
Horizon line staring back at me
Beckoning yours and my dreams
If I don't go, what will I be
What if I made it about me
Just another week existing inside your routine
I think I'll quit it once I'm good and sick of feeling
Like just another broken piece in the machine
Who will change it
Who will change it if not me
If I don't go, what will I be
And what if I made it about me
If I don't go, what will I be
Just another piece
Another piece of your machine
It's your machine
Noooooo, No
Screaming to the open road
An illusion of euphoria
Flickers across the windshield
I wish things could be that real
Springtime sun beating down on me
Snow so white, I'm blind to see
Oh, to actually be this free
And I think you're the one
But you don't think past next week
What if I made it about me
Just another day fighting the same tired routine
And no one can change it except...me
I stand on the asphalt
Why would we put this on mountaintops
It goes unanswered in the air
Still, I wanted to be here
Horizon line staring back at me
Beckoning yours and my dreams
If I don't go, what will I be
What if I made it about me
Just another week existing inside your routine
I think I'll quit it once I'm good and sick of feeling
Like just another broken piece in the machine
Who will change it
Who will change it if not me
If I don't go, what will I be
And what if I made it about me
If I don't go, what will I be
Just another piece
Another piece of your machine
It's your machine
Noooooo, No
