Faker Ghosts
im an addicted romantic
i can feel the pins and needles up my back
up my back
im consistantly tragic
i can't touch you, if you fad ein and out like that
i want you back
'cause it brings me down
like i've been hurt
all the things i
saw from death
all the weeks i
won't forget
you come home like a landslide
i can feel the pins and needles sleep turn back
heart turned balck
im particularly fragile
if my head exploded, would you put up with that?
dont do that
'cause it brings me down
like you've been hurt
all the things i
saw from death
all the weeks
i wont forget
'cause it brings me down
like you've been hurt
all the things i
wont forget
all the weeks i
saw your face (death?)
