Chewing Ghosts

Have the decency to bury me
If you’re going to kick me dead
This is uplifting instrumental music for people who
Need a good talking to;
Find something new to hate
Find something else to fill your plate
Maybe you’d like me again if I went back to the bottle
Maybe you’d like me again if I went back to being miserable
We could be unhappy together
We could be drunk together
We could be punk together
We could be friends again
Just when you think you’ve dusted off your ghosts
New ones form to take their place
Well I’m old enough to know
I’ve never been much of a fan of the aftertaste
You are a bunch of
Metaphors and similes (in someways)
Tucked away in
Passive aggressive failed poetry
But you don’t deserve a second of bad mouthing
You don’t deserve even a crow call to your name
I’ll leave your tongue for the coasts
I’ll leave your words for the toasts
Enemies come and enemies go
Some burn dull enough just to fade away
I can’t wait to see you fade away
Just when you think you’ve dusted off the ghosts
New ones form to take their place
Well I’m old enough to know
I’ve never been much a fan of the aftertaste
I wanna see you hate who you were
I wanna see you hate yourself for what you’ve done
Your mother was right
You are the bastard type
And I won’t fuel the fire that keeps you warm
You’ve given me more
Than a chip on my shoulder
I’ve got enough anger to fight this whole war
If you want to be missed
You can’t live like this
Get out while you can, I’ll call when I care
Just when you think you’ve dusted off the ghosts
New ones form to take their place
Well I’m old enough to know
I’ve never been much a fan of the aftertaste
There are people that will make you bitter
Angry, entirely for the rest of your life
And there are people that will willingly
Warm your cold bones so you can finally sleep a night
I need something new to obsess over
I need something new to obsess over