Ghost

You've got tattered clothes full of holes, made with Trails of broken nails, made from Scraping the walls, and your Deaf from all your wails, and it's Holding you back, just a Ghost in your head, gotta let it go Every time you picture us, like hidden Treasures caked with dust, haunt in Hopeless memory, we can't be Saved in token love, and they're Holding you back, they're just Ghosts in your head, and they say Hold me, Hold me, Hold me close, they say Only the lonely own me, you know Gotta let us go It's just a ghostly rope livin' in your head, tied Around a tree that swings you dead, and it Bleeds you lonely, and it Never gives you rest, 'cause they're Holding you back, they're just Ghost in your head, and they say Hold me, Hold me, Hold me close, they say Only the lonely own me, you know Gotta let us