Ghosts of Former Lives

We’re headed down now; I don’t want to sink
You’ll make it somehow, with anyone but me
They’re crying out loud, but I’m not listening. No, I’m not, I’m not listening
You’re medicine, you’re the menace in me, but it’s not swaying. No, it’s not,
it’s not swaying me
Please don’t hold it in my face. Hold it in my train car speeding to LA,
like a sad
Boy running out the clock, ‘cause he’s too scared that he might get the part
Don’t forget my brain; you’ve taken everything else
That’s a shame it’s not a game I’ll play. Let go, my hands are not yours
Bled dry, but you still want more
Half way down the road, we cease, we crawl, we fight to find a better life,
then die
Nowhere is my home and I confide with all the ghosts of former lives. Goodbye
Nevermind, it fell apart, and synthesized in your apartment
You couldn’t wait to hit the asphalt. You couldn’t wait to call that asshole
I’m on your side, but you are toxic. You say you’re shy, but you flaunt it
I don’t care who you’re seeing, just as long as you are leaving