More Than This

Six generations of survival, keeping this store alive Drowning in inventory sheets, while dreams slip down the drain Father counts the daily losses, like marking time till death Son, this will all be yours someday But I can barely breathe But I can barely breathe I'm more than just your legacy More than these crumbling walls I see a world beyond this dying street Beyond this slow decline and fall Every morning, same routine, dust off shelves of memories Stock the things that no one needs in this ghost town economy Mother says be practical, father says be grateful But I'm choking on tradition while watching you slip away You can't chain me to this sinking ship Won't let your failures become mine Tradition is just another name for fear Fear of change Fear of life Fear of life So the register rings empty, like a funeral bell Every day I'm dying in this retail hell Marcus found something, a way to break free Maybe there's a path out through the mystery I'm more than just your legacy, more than these dusty shelves There's magic hidden in this town, and I'm gonna find it for myself No more counting losses No more slow decay I'll tear down all these walls Even if it kills me Even if it kills me Even if it kills me today I love you both, but I can't become this place I won't become another ghost haunting these aisles