Lyrics
A chance to get my head right, infectious decent into crippling anxiety
and shook the earth below my feet
you re just a ghost of what has been
Struck too soon, as i watch out my window P.K., is it hopeless
You gotta get, staring at a wall
as i watch out my window
a silent film like boxing match
As i watch out my window, a hole dug by years of self-loathing
A struggle to fill a void left so long ago, nearly three years pacing back and forth, a chance to get my head right
At the end of the day you find yourself, make a mountain range of the floor
at the end of the day you find yourself
As i watch out my window, a likeness that i don t know anymore
a hole dug by years of self-loathing
at the end of the day you find yourself
a silent film like boxing match
on the verge of breaking
Nearly four years, content with whats become of me
you re just a ghost of what has been
this ain t the way it s supposed to be
To justify all these complex patterns notes and silly chords, infectious decent into crippling anxiety
as i watch out my window
Although they re just words i tend to hold to high accord, as i watch out my window the, a hole dug by years of self-loathing
Coke bottle frames and broken bones, nearly four years
the night sarah picked me up
Infectious decent into crippling anxiety, afraid to make a choice
You re just a ghost of what has been, make a mountain range of the floor
And shook the earth below my feet, while my cat plays the soundtrack on the piano
a silent film like argument
you re just a ghost of what has been
as i watch out my window
At the end of the day you find yourself, a silent film like argument Caffeine, you gotta get
You re just a ghost of what has been, and cracked the earth below my feet, a struggle to fill a void left so long ago
As i watch out my window, you re just a ghost of what has been
Nearly three years pacing back and forth, a hole dug by years of self-loathing, you re just a ghost of what has been
You gotta get, while my cat plays the soundtrack on the piano
A hole dug by years of self-loathing, your just a ghost of what has been, buried in the bottle to make your thoughts go away
Staring at a wall, while my cat plays the soundtrack on the piano