Wolves

A Ghost Broke out of a hanging frame Is crashing on the couch again Ask him if it bothers me And even if he takes a blade to my throat After writing notes and blowing smoke Monday morning had its hopes So tempting yet so solemn Another wasted night, a useless fight, a sharpened knife It's just like a rose A road trip alone May always finds it's way to pull me apart But now that I know That all of these wolves Are after the same exact thing as me Now I am not afraid the dark anymore I've got a better attitude And finding out that I have so much more to offer I know you've got the best intentions But something tells me that I should mention That all of the lights of your high rise life Make things just a little too bright for me It's just like a rose A road trip alone May always finds it's way to pull me apart But now that I know That all of these wolves Are after the same exact thing as me The same exact thing as me