Lyrics
A Ghost
Broke out of a hanging frame
Is crashing on the couch again
Ask him if it bothers me.
And even if he takes a blade to my throat
After writing notes and blowing smoke
Monday morning had its hopes
So tempting yet so solemn.
Another wasted night, a useless fight, a sharpened knife.
It’s just like a rose
A road trip alone
May always finds it’s way to pull me apart.
But now that I know
That all of these wolves
Are after the same exact thing as me.
Now I am not afraid the dark anymore
I’ve got a better attitude
and finding out that I have so much more to offer
I know you’ve got the best intentions
but something tells me that I should mention
that all of the lights of your high rise life
make things just a little too bright for me.
It’s just like a rose
A road trip alone
May always finds it’s way to pull me apart.
But now that I know
That all of these wolves
Are after the same exact thing as me.
The same exact thing as me.