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
