Words From A Ghost

The summer brings no comfort, why does this room feel so warm? Is it because you’re not above me throwing spit and scorn? It’s much too easy these days We go our separate ways It’s funny How quick it goes I’m running The Golden coast It’s funny How quick it goes I’m running The Golden coast You could find another face Another in my place You said that you were drunk Red, the color of your hair The feeling isn’t there You said it’s not enough You found someone’s else’s shoulders just so you could stand up I’m stuck inside the audience of your own shitty stand up It’s much too easy these days We go our separate ways I should’ve known that when you called I’d taste the crimson velvet. So I’ll remember when you’re high above I’ll bring a helmet. It’s much too easy these days We go our separate ways It’s funny How quick it goes I’m running The Golden coast It’s funny How quick it goes Your dinner Words from a ghost You could find another face Another in my place You said that you were drunk Red, the color of your hair The feeling isn’t there You said it’s not enough