your ghost

Hurry up Hurry up but take your time I'm sorry love I'm sorry love but I'm getting high I'm so fucking high Rockstar trust Now you're on the bus I don't blame you much I don't blame you much Twenty seven club Chasing that Amy Winehouse buzz I'm so out of touch So fucking out of touch And I don't know why I lay this poison in my mind But it bleeds me dry Down to my bones So darling tell me Do you feel remorse Or is it Not even close Am I now Am I just your ghost That you once held on the most Did we overdose