Ghost

I'll be the one to let this roof cave in on me Buried in this house this wooden graveyard by the sea We push away our families to understand our needs The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me Restless nights, all dizzy spells, all sand between my sheets Showing signs of thirst like dried out boardwalk-blistered feet And now I know I never knew about you, only me We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat But we could work, we try to live and get by To make our family in a second floor apartment Standing on a threshold, body out and flesh cold Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost Try to grieve, to flex and release To cry and work out with the underrate apartment Moments are a lifetime, lockin' in a straight line This could take a little while to shake things off Down by the water's edge under a dying tree I let my body slip, something inside of me But when I came around, some kind of murky face I don't ever want to be alone like this And I will tuck into you like I always wanted to be Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree Oh, it was you who knew me first, this wasn't meant for kids like me Some brutal natural force we only feel, we never see But as you grip the tide, you blundered aside Your heads got smaller until they vanished into silence Sinking in a white foam, running to a new home We can only understand the things we see You cease, desist, and view me like this The eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights Standing on a threshold, body out and flesh cold I don't ever want to be alone like this, no I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet I never sleep, I never eat I am learning how to be lost completely I want to be found, we crave the things we push away These patterns cut like every day I need you to reach, I need you to me Down by the water's edge under a dying tree I let my body slip, something inside of me But when I came around, some kind of murky face Shakin' my bones put me back in my place I don't ever want to be alone like this Haunted by the presence of things I miss I don't ever want to be alone like this Haunted by the presence of things I miss No, I am becoming the ghost of myself No, I am becoming the ghost of myself Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell No, I am becoming the ghost of myself