Sitting With Your Ghost

What do I have left to offer I feel so used and alone There was a time I was happy And family always was home I was pretty and funny and smart And I never questioned my heart But now I've been left for another So what do I have left to show I'm too old for this shit. I'm tired and sick of the fighting How long do I fight til I quit? I'd save us a lot just by dying I'm too old for this shit. I'm tired and sick of the fighting How long do I fight til I quit? I'm tired and sore from the crying I forgot how to live by myself I invested my all in this house And now that we split fifty fifty I feel a large piece of me go Maybe it's best just to live with it Accept who I am and move on At least I pretend to be happy And never look like I'm alone I'm too old for this shit. I'm tired and sick of the fighting How long do I fight til I quit? I'd save us a lot just by dying I'm too old for this shit. I'm tired and sick of the fighting How long do I fight til I quit? I'm tired and sore from the crying I'm not gonna spend any more time Sitting here talking with your ghost