Ghosts -

You’re the latest fashion that everyone wants to wear

But in the end, x2

You’re the label that no one can, seem to get off

Stabbing me in the back.

x2

And, these watercolours, that I painted our perfect life with, will run,

will run, run

Once my tears hit the paper

Once the ducts are open

We flood our hearts

You think it’s fine to do things your way, but this lump in my throat

It’s getting bigger and bigger, from swallowing my words

Hope I don’t choke, on the truth

You’ve found a way to fall apart, You’ve found a way to change and disappear,

with no help from me

My tears have been the catalyst to the process of you fading away

You’ve become a ghost

And It turns out, you are, as fucking selfish, as I thought

And, these watercolours, that I painted our perfect life with, will run,

will run, yeah

Once my tears hit the paper

Once the ducts are open, x2

We’ll flood our hearts

And we’ll flood our hearts

Now you’re gone

As my eyes grow heavy

We flood our hearts

My tears speak of regret

We flood our hearts

We fall

We flood our hearts

Now you’re gone