Ghost

Lyrics

Out on the board, you let the plane Poke down a sewer trap Vines, not a bird, dying True type, you stand still Shoo, trap, you stand still in the noon As the windows that glow in your toast To get halfway out of sleep Cold days Play on the phone Try to What keeps you so close Pray I do all To get what I can share Of the people that don't make it there You ride a cold bed, lacking place I don't serve this anymore, anymore Teeth Your plaque To grow I got Prettiest thing Shame you had to leave Before the board trade past things That you press out Of what you want to speak