Ghost To Coast

What’d you do when I was gone?
I pretty much just hung around
Did you get any work done?
I said «no, I just hung around…»
I’ve got a lack of motivation, a lapse in ambition
I sit and watch the fire burn and wish I could burn with it
I’ve fallen by the wayside of pretentious young writers
Looking for inspiration in party time liars
What do you do now that I am gone?
I spend most nights alone
Singing songs in my room
And all of them are for you
It’s an awful sinking feeling when your own heart starts stealing
Reason from the mind. Sometimes I dream of getting in my car
And driving straight through the night
But you can’t force a feeling and you can’t conjure up meaning
Without perhaps believing that you’re good enough
You can’t force the feeling and you can’t conjure up meaning
Without perhaps believing that you’re good enough
You can’t force the feeling and you can’t conjure up meaning
Without perhaps believing that you’re good enough