Whipstaff Manior

There's a name for this denial
It's the golden age thinking
Erroneous notion that
A different time period would be better than the one
The one we're residing in
And I break and bend
I'm a candle burning at both ends
I feel like I'm losing my best friend

I've got some unfinished business to attend to
I guess I'm doomed from the fallacies I put you through

What am I... am I a ghost?
If you could see me now
Stop your haunting, stop your taunting
Just get to crossing over

There's so many shadows in this home
It's so hard to pinpoint which ones are our own
And I know I'm reaping what I've sewn
Hexed from all the vacant chances that I've blown

What's lost cannot be found
Careless and tired
We kept our guards down
Can I crawl into your head
I want solace. No wait, I'm dead
Angels fight saints for riches
While I'm just playing for keeps