Anachronism

Your ghosts are real I feel them in my lungs Breath them in and out, as I Breath you in and out, as I'm... Resting on your bones Bowing to your throne I wanna see what you see in the comfort of your skull I'm rising, and I'm falling, and I'm losing all control Never feel again Never see your faults I'm weaker than you know Burried just below Screaming out with concrete sounds, I'm losing all control And I could be the fire inside of your collapsing home I could be the storm that tears down Everything you hold I remember when You were just a breeze upon my face All of my regrets had gone away It was nothing more, nothing more than you.