Barely Living Room (Demo)

Lyrics

In my dreams, there's a hallway to a barely living room TV's on, yellow flower curtains drawn And I hate you, but I feel so bad for you too We're in a flat fescue meadow Brown-ded by the cold Wearing the clothes of a ghost The clothes of a ghost In my dream, you are me and I am sort of you And I am thinking about some of the things that you did And that sort of feel like abuse Still I can smell the ocean Yet we're thousands of miles from any coast Wearing the clothes of a ghost In a flat fescue meadow Frozen dead by the cold In the, in the clothes of a ghost In the clothes of a ghost