Ghosts

Sometimes I cry when I do the dishes I'm ambitious but you are malicious You suck the life out of me Why couldn't you just let it be You called me a psychopath You created the aftermath You held a gun to my head And watched as I bled and I bled and I bled Does it all define me These ghosts that guide me The trauma that keeps me company So I can come up with melodies I have absolutely no conflict resolution skills When I think about you I get chills All the way down my spine I get flashbacks God I'm so not fine You yelled You gave me hell I walked on eggshells Little do you know How much I dwell On everything that happened those nights Those sleepless nights and endless fights They say your childhood defines you I used to think I'd never make it through Does it all define me These ghosts that guide me The trauma that keeps me company So I can come up with melodies The memories may follow you around But one day they'll teach you things profound Here I am writing this to you Whoever you are I promise you'll make it through Does it all define me These ghosts that guide me The trauma that keeps me company So I can come up with melodies