Ghost in your arms
Ghost in your head
Home in your arms
Home when I’m dead
And this is why I have decided
To stop all my hiding
And leave your thoughts all clean and nice, and
Run from any thoughts about it
And stop thinking about him
thinking about him, yeah
I get it
I get everything
You don’t need this
You don’t need me
Oh, I told you I loved you
Outside my mom’s house
I know that you felt bad
So I’ll tell you to get out
I get it
I get everything
I made you french toast
You said you didn’t feel quite as alone
We smoked in the forest
No one around for miles
You and your flaunting nonexistent idols
The highways still hummed
Even though we were alone out there
Your face in the night was a plume and flashbang light
I watched the smoke billow through the dim of the flashlight’s right
You said to me
“Is this all it’ll ever be?”
I heard you but did not speak (in response)
So we ask, do all dogs go to heaven?
“Not all of them”
You spoke to me in quiet words
I watched you get dressed
Let me do my job
Let me do
Let me do my job
We slept on the ground
We slept with fire and stars all around
And we’re all going straight to hell
For all the shit we give ourselves
I don’t know what you want me to say
He doesn’t love me
And that’s just the way it is
Well hey? Would it be so bad if I stayed
Well, what happened to you?
when i was listening to this song
i just had kade telling me
'you usually don't shout this early in the morning'
because he took the vacuum cleaner
and used it for five minutes
he didn't even put the cord back in
he said 'i'll do it later and better'
and i thought you always think that
you always think that
you always think that
later i was curled up in a ball
reading all the lyrics
to a rock song with 5000 views
thinking 'how come i always read the comments
moments people don't interest me?'
actually they never do
and i always think that
i always think that
i always think that
Well what happened to you?
later i was standing in the room
and i could feel the air around me
now i'm butting the cigarette on the chair
i'm just living somewhere
hell there is nothing to do
my guitar is two stories away
and the stairs are way too hard
i can never decide
do i walk or run on them
because they might hear
and they might think that
they might think that
they might think that
Well what happened to you?
When you come back i’ll still be here
When you come back i’ll still be here
([spoken:] Man I've gotta get out of my hometown. Too many bad memories. It won't be easy. You'll think it strange when I try to explain how I feel; that I still need your love after all that I've done. You won't believe me. All you will see is a girl you once knew. Although she's dressed up and desperate, drunk. I had to let it happen. I had to change. Couldn't stay all my life down at heel, looking out of the window, staying out of the sun. So I chose freedom. Running around trying everything new. But nothing impressed me at all. I never expected it to. And as for fortune, and as for fame, I never invited them in. Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired. They are illusions. They're not the solutions that they promise to be. The answer was here all along. I love you and hope you love me. Have I said too much? There's nothing else I can think of to say. But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true. “So pour one out, whoever you are. I have only lyrics now.”)