Ghost

I'll be the one to let this roof cave in on me

Buried in this house, this wooden graveyard by the sea

We push away our families to understand our needs

The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me

Restless nights, all dizzy spells, all sand between my sheets

Showing signs of thirst I try down the boardwalk, all blistered feet

And now I know I never knew about you, only me

We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat

But we could work, try to live and get by

To make our family in the second-floor apartment

Standing on a threshold, body out in flesh, cold

Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost

Try to breathe, to flex and release

To cry and work out what underrate apartment (?)

Moments are a lifetime

Nothing in a straight line

This will take a little while just to shake things off

Down by water's edge, under the dying tree

I let my body slip, so dead inside of me

But when I came around some kind of milky face

I don't ever want to be alone like this

And I will tuck into you like I always want to be

Shadows just a shade of black now, darkness in degree

Oh it was you who knew we first saw this wasn't meant for kids like me

Some hoodoo natural force we only feel we never see

But as we (?) in time, a brotherly sigh

Their heads got small until they vanished into silence

Sinking into white foam, running to a new home

They can only understand the things we see

Just cease, desist, and leave me like this

Their eyes wide open, the beauty of the bright lights

Standing on a threshold, body out in flesh, cold

I don't ever want to be alone like this, no

I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet

I never sleep, I never eat

I am learning how to be lost completely

I want to be found, be craved like things we push away

These patterns cut like every day

I need you to reach, I need you to need me

Down by water's edge, under a dying tree

I let my body slip, so dead inside of me

But when I came around some kind of milky face

Shaking my bones, put me back in my place

I don't ever want to be alone like this

For me, by the presence of the things I miss

I don't ever want to be alone like this

For me, by the presence of the things I miss

I am becoming a ghost of myself

Oh I am becoming a ghost of myself

Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell

No I am becoming a ghost of myself