This Fine Art of Making Ghosts

Facing something forgotten Always seems to be my problem A crowded empty place Haunts my deepest inner space A victim of a social Awkward situation Nothing to rest my case Just don't want to know your face Tortured with a memory Of everything that could have been A mental scar that always hurts Painful how it never blurs Something new but still forgotten Wondering how I'll reach the bottom But I always seem to host This fine art of making ghosts Missing the most important cog And I can't find it in this fog Forcing a locked door Has become a complete bore I just want to leave this place Because I am haunted by your face Everything is so unsure And I don't want this anymore Tortured with a memory Of everything that could have been A mental scar that always hurts Painful how it never blurs Something new but still forgotten Wondering how I'll reach the bottom But I always seem to host This fine art of making ghosts The suns time has come to an end Neptune is crashing Our worlds colliding Tortured with a memory Of everything that could have been A mental scar that always hurts Painful how it never blurs Something new but still forgotten Wondering how I'll reach the bottom But I always seem to host This fine art of making ghosts Tortured with a memory Of everything that could have been A mental scar that always hurts Painful how it never blurs Something new but still forgotten Wondering how I'll reach the bottom But I always seem to host This fine art of making ghosts