The Guest

What's the status of your soul, would you come back a ghost Are you going to walk this alone, man I wish I was stronger What's it like being cold, is it impossible to be taken seriously Man I wish I was fonder, of you My cheeks are all inflamed, and you can look for free But the Guests at the party they don't exist You'll never be the same, just you wait and see A year from now they'll be calling and you won't hear a thing You won't hear a thing What's the point of getting old I've taken one too many and I'm told That I'm stubborn now, but I will somehow Be bolder, than you My cheeks are all inflamed, and you can laugh for free But the Guests at the party, they don't exist You'll never be the same, just you wait and see A year from now they'll be calling and you won't hear a thing No you won't hear a thing You are right, you are right That I don't need nobody to rely on but myself