H/Hotel Books/I Think You See Where This Is Headed
There was an ache in the back of my head when I sat down at the table And realized the silence from last night would bleed into the morning Fading into a familiar story With every new ache in my body I remember when I promised myself I would be in love by the time my body started to ache But it's just another pattern forming
You are the ghost And I am the wall that you could not walk through You are the ghost And I am, I am the wall that you couldn't walk through
There's a time and place for fostered truth and half glass full of emotional prostitutes Positioned to let go and find hope in a bitter chokehold A branding of understanding and ranting and raving won't lead to enchanting and saving and saving Unless you are ready to let go of the feelings of old I feel more alone when I think of the way that you love me
You are the ghost And I am the wall that you could not walk through You are the ghost And I am, I am the wall that you couldn't walk through
Fragile skeletons trying to find our warmth I hate that I'm sick but at least I know I was warned You once were my reason to runaway Now you are just the excuse Fragile skeletons trying to find our warmth I hate that I'm sick but at least I was warnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
