Ghost-Bro Goes Abroad

I was I was walking home On my home Even though there was a bus out front On the field trip We were college kids In a country where I spoke the language Still found a way to feel so sad there I was praying that they'd ride by the street where I'd be staring at the cracks and looking all alone Doesn't matter if they don't see me being 'lone I was sneaking cigarettes and calling friends On the phone Bitching how these kids are so high school Yeah, they gave me a nickname Ghost-Bro I like staring out the window and Tesco Eat my biscuits in the window Watch the airfield glow subside And since now that there's no time I think I just might live my life When I walk down to Dame Street Three pint night I feel alright Now I'm wishing I could just get some more time I wanna wanna be alone, be alone Gotta top up on my flip phone, flip phone Call my say and back home, go back home And it's time to go, I don't wanna go Realize that I never need to be alone, be alone No I didn't need to be alone, be alone No I didn't need to be alone, be alone No I never need to be alone, be alone