Squid The Whale Reach
Passion is perfect for making you moan
I am not like the coward, that left you alone
You're not a God you are somebody's son
How are you not ashamed when you should have had one
Not that it hurts in the back of a van
She don't feel anymore, that's the price of your hands
And you can't afford to admit you made life
Just like you can't afford to admit to your wife
No you're not a man, not a memory
And no you are better dead
You are the ghost of what hurts the most
No and better yet
You remember what you said, get rid of it
You are the ghost of what hurts the most
Secret is safe, you had better believe
She has not told a soul, she just left that to me
And it beats, beats, beats
No you're not a man, not a memory
And no you are better dead
You are the ghost of what hurts the most
No and better yet
You remember what you said, get rid of it
You are the ghost of what hurts the most
