Ghosts

I'm an addicted romantic I can feel the pins and needles up my back Up my back I'm consistently tragic I can't touch you If you fade in and out like that I want you back 'Cause it brings me down Like I've been hurt All the things I saw from death All the things I'll not forget You come home like a landslide I can feel the pins and needles Sleep turn back Heart turned black I'm particularly fragile If my head exploded Would you put up with that? Don't do that 'Cause it brings me down Like you've been hurt All the things I saw from death And the weeks I'll not forget And the wheels as they turn Leave my heart and my head scarred red And the weeks I saw your death The things I saw from death And the weeks I'll not forget And the wheels as they turn Leave my head and my heart scarred red And the weeks I saw your death