Ghosts (feat. Ladytron)

My fault, my bad, I had to be trippin'

I'm wiping your tears and I'll do it again

You're playing a game, I'm laying a claim to your brain

When I fuck with your head

You praying for change but shit is just staying the same

Cause I got a chain around you even when I ain't around

I'm painting the town, you're breaking the house

Cursing and saying my name

You're calling me but my voicemail just picks up on the first ring

Your mind is playing the worst thing, into tears again you're bursting

Here it comes just like rehearsed

My fault, my bad, I had to be trippin'

That's just how the cycle works

There's a ghost in me

Who wants to say I'm sorry

It doesn't mean I'm sorry

Part of me just wants to say that I'm sorry

But I'm not so I gotta be pardoned

I'm a hard head and my heart is just hardened

And frozen so but darling listen I

Know that it's sad that you're crying

And I don't care, but I'm tired

Of all the moaning and bitching and whining

I just came here to pick up what's mine and be on my way

I've got an appointment

Yeah I've got a job, employment

You were a puppet, a prop, a pawn for my enjoyment

To get to my point, I met someone else who's better and better looking

Respects me, someone who's strong and protects me

Ha, that's what she said when she left me

There's a ghost in me

Who wants to say I'm sorry

It doesn't mean I'm sorry

There's a ghost in me

Who wants to say I'm sorry

It doesn't mean I'm sorry

There's a ghost in me

Who wants to say I'm sorry

It doesn't mean I'm sorry

There's a ghost in me

Who wants to say I'm sorry

It doesn't mean I'm sorry

I woke up this morning cold and lonely

And my first waking thought was to get angry with you

It was the first time I'd thought of you in a while

But then I was mad because I was cold and lonely

But I guess it was because I was mad because you weren't there

It still sometimes occurs to me that I thought you would be there

The guy whose arms I fell asleep in in New York and LA

Not the guy who made me hate him in December

Anyway, I had a very pleasant second date tonight with a very nice man

I probably had too much to drink

I probably shouldn't be writing you now

It's stupid and petty and childish and isn't going to do me any good

But the truth is the truth

There's a ghost in me

Who wants to say I'm sorry

It doesn't mean I'm sorry