Ghost of a Man

Got home late last night
it was all locked up
I guess that's your way of sayin'
that you've had enough
I wish I could say the same
'cuz I've had my fill
but I don't think this stuff
is gonna stop 'till it kills

All the things that I've lost
don't even seem to phase me
My devotion to destruction
never ceases to amaze me
Either I must be stupid
or just flat out crazy
Like you said
you're the first and the last
to ever love me, baby

I put on a mask
every night and go downtown
There life is simple
you make friends by buyin' rounds
But the mornin's are harder
'cuz I wake up all alone
with my shame, like a fuse
burnin' down to the bone

I would apologize
if I had the sincerity
But these days, it don't seem like
there's much here left of me
You don't have to speak
I know you agree
Like you said, I'm a ghost
of the man that I used to be

Oh, I'm haunting this skin
and oh, oh, here we go again
And oh, look at this mess that I'm in
I pray every day
for this madness to end