I wish I had a name you knew
I've changed it but it always ends up the same
why can't i just have a few...a few
I don't see what everybody else got to get it
If we were meant to

The monkey has a back, a brand new back
I wonder where we will go next once he's back on my back
It's time to break your ghost (your ghost)
You won't hear them whispers in your head
You don't have to be the stranger in the remainder

It's time to break your ghost
I'm poor but if I had to choose I would stay
Because it's more real to have friends that paper anyway
There's more of us
There's more of us
There's more of us