Christinha

There's a ghost you know who pulls at my strings Moves my hands toward the sharper thing Now I'm all cut up and caught up in some scene I thought I'd folded all my outsides in Keeping the corners from cutting your skin But it weren't enough and not enough's nothing I was led by all the things you'll pretend you never said I took the blame upon myself Somehow I blamed it on myself Well, Christinha, what's the saddest thing? Knowing you're out there playing our games with him While I'm here, still tangled up in my old skin But I keep the good times closer than the bad Running you baths before American Dad And them two words you love whispered in your ear I was bad, I was all the things you would never wanna have But let's get together in our minds Ysbeidiau Heulog and Send In The Clowns And there's something on your mind So let's get together in our minds 'Cause I don't think I could've given any more A sun just sank into some sea No, I'm not sure she could've given any more Our sun just sank into some sea Ah, ah, ah I don't think I could've given any more Our sun just sank into some sea Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah