My hands Feeling worn and real tired But I can’t make it I can’t trace it Painting pictures, to configure Our heart Stop beating for a second And you can’t fix me you can’t save me Painting pictures, to remember
That I’m a ghost To your noise And I can’t pick up your clothes That you left on the floor, it’s a mess
This time I’ll learn to live without you In design And this time I’ll reminisce the old you After all I’ve tried To find it easier to clear my mind but lately Seems like I’m nothing more than see through
These hands Feeling worn and real tired I can’t create it if I fake it Painting pictures Of the skies that were red when I thought I was dead Am I feeling more alive now? Or is this just from the come down?
Yeah I’m a ghost To your noise And I can’t pick up the clothes That you left on the floor, it’s a mess
This time I’ll learn to live without you In design And this time I’ll reminisce the old you After all I’ve tried To find it easier to clear my mind but lately Seems like I’m nothing more than see through I’ll see it through
Yeah I’m a ghost To your noise Oh I can’t pick up the clothes That you left on the floor
This time I’ll learn to live without you In design And this time I’ll reminisce the old you After all I’ve tried To find it easier to clear my mind but lately Seems like I’m nothing more than see through I’ll see it through