Gray Ghost Saints
i'm a creep with a crooked neck deep in the shallow end
we're here too often
lurking hard scraping ball and chain the weight of your
body is never the same
the weight of my body will not take you home from
searching to searing to cold
and alone dirt crusted sneaking from hole after hole i'm
uncovered and exposed
wait to call me back while another lover's safe at home
don't expect me back
because i'm honest where i want it from god damn you
shouldn't take me home
with you god damn you're no saint yourself you found the
way to stay distant
perfect the way to stay distant i found the way to stay
distant perfect the way
to stay distant
