My hand's feeling worn and real tired

But I can make it, I can trace it

Painting pictures to configure

Our hearts stop beating for a second

And you can't fix me, you can't save me

Painting pictures to remember

That I'm a ghost

To your noise

And I can't pick up the clothes that you left on the floor

It's a mess

This time, I'll learn to live without you

In design

And this time, I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried

To find it easier

To clear my mind, but lately

Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through

These hands feeling worn and real tired

I can't create it if I fake it

Painting pictures

Of the skies that were red when I thought I was dead

Am I feeling more alive now

Or is this just from the comedown?

Yeah, I'm a ghost

To your noise

And I can't pick up the clothes that you left on the floor

It's a mess

This time, I'll learn to live without you

In design

And this time, I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried

To find it easier

To clear my mind, but lately

Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through

I'll see it through

Yeah, I'm a ghost

To your noise

And I can't pick up the clothes that you left on the floor

This time, I'll learn to live without you

In design

And this time, I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried

To find it easier

To clear my mind, but lately

Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through

I'll see it through

I will