Ghost

I’ll be the one to let this roof cave in on me
Buried in this house, this wooden graveyard by the sea
We push away our families to understand our needs
The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me
Restless nights, all dizzy spells, all sand between my sheets
Showing signs of thirst like dried out boardwalk-blistered feet
And now I know I never knew about you, only me
We carried this inside like some disease we couldn’t beat
But we could work, to try to live and get by
To make our family in a second-floor apartment
Standing on a threshold, body out and flesh cold
Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost
Try to grieve, to flex and release
To cry and work out with the underrate apartment
Moments are a lifetime
Lockin' in a straight line
This could take a little while to shake things off
Down by the water’s edge
Under a dying tree
I let my body slip
Something inside of me
But when I came around
Some kind of murky face
I don’t ever want to be alone like this
And I will tuck into you like I always long to be
Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree
It was you who knew me first, saw this wasn’t meant for kids like me
Some brutal natural force we only feel, we never see
But as you grip the tide
You blundered aside
Your heads got smaller until they vanished into silence
Sinking in a white foam
Running to a new home
We can only understand the things we see
You cease, desist
And view me like this
The eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights
Standing on a threshold body out and flesh cold
I don’t ever want to be alone like this, no
I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet
I never sleep, I never eat
I am learning how to be lost completely
I want to be found, we crave the things we push away
These patterns cut like every day
I need you to reach I need you to need me
Down by the water’s edge
Under a dying tree
I let my body slip
Something inside of me
But when I came around
Some kind of murky face
Shakin' my bones put me back in my place
I don’t ever want to be alone like this
Haunted by the presence of the things I miss
I don’t ever want to be alone like this
Haunted by the presence of the things I miss, no
I am becoming the ghost of myself
Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself
Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell
Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself