Holy ghosts and talk show hosts
Tell the story the story well
Tell the story well
This time.
I'm just to lazy to finish my thoughts
So I close my eyes
So I don't have to watch
Myself slip away.
It's like a day dream
I can't complain
I lose my mind on an airplane.
Spread my ashes in the nearest town
On the windiest day
They won't hit the ground
I finished last on the coldest day
I break my heart every single day.
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts
Tell the stories well
I can't complain.
