Would You Like to Meet a Ghost?
Who are you? I don't expect an answer
Explaining empty rooms becomes a mouthful
Standing on the edge, life is a tightrope with no end
Standing on the edge, my intentions are better left unsaid
Hold on to the status-quo, dream of an empty funeral
Restless at 3 AM, another day filled with dread
Just close your eyes, there is no right side of the bed
Who are you? I don't expect an answer
Explaining еmpty rooms becomes a mouthful
I kept on tеlling myself that I was better than this
But every deadbeat was once a hopeful kid
We're all waiting for something else to begin
One day I pray that this year will end
The words ring true but affirmations wear thin
Replace this space with anything different
(Who are you? Explaining empty rooms becomes a mouthful)
Always ended up in second place
Never could quite make it to the plate
Still self-righteous until the end
I've always been the biggest disgrace