Ghosts

I'll never talk to myself at night That's just so lame but feels so right It's a feeling I just don't like So I cry and cry and cry Bye bye Bye bye Bye bye Ghosts of past attempts to get a life Haunt me and you every night What's the point of trying to Fit in with all whose gone away Away Away Away Get rid all that's made me sad That's not enough not enough What do I do oh I don't know It's getting better I think so Think so Think so Think so