I've counted the miles, it isn't so bad
But any stale thought could rot its way in your head
Sometimes I feel like
She knows you better than you know yourself, I get it
But this one's different
Yeah I know
It's just not that simple
But I've heard it before
And all due respect, you cover up your fear of loneliness
I just needed the sound of a voice
Why can't I just get by
Well you can't get by with a
Ghost
Commitment, at best, was my worst idea yet
You throw yourself through slightly open doors and then you're stuck
How would you know
I saw it not too long ago, you broke in and just walked off
And I've made my own mistakes
And here's the thing, since you've settled down are you settling
I think that I know my mistakes
She's just not like everyone
You just don't know everything
I was trying to drown out the noise
I just wanted to feel alive
You'll never feel alive from a
Ghost
If you don't listen you could never get it
You don't listen so you just don't get it
Fuck you, fuck you, you can't tell me you're not full of shit
Shit
If she's what helps you sleep, and 3 AM phone calls are what you need
to help you get, through everyday that you breathe, and feel so stretched thin that your organs are out on the floor again
It's not like there is certainty in every dream that I depict of her, masturbation is a curse
I guess we'll have to wait and see, until then
All that we can say is fuck it