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