Dearly Departed

There's a part of me missing, I must've dropped it on the ground
Somewhere between all the times that you somehow let me down
I don't speak when I'm anxious; I'm a pile of clumsy sounds
An echo of meaning easily lost in the crowds

Don't speak, I can't breathe, it was all for you
Growing old is getting old, but we don't know what else to do
'Cause I saw ghosts in the back of my head, crawled their way from the depths of my bed
Told me to break out from here and face what I dred

There's a blackhole within me, it's slowly sinking deep
Into my system and the parts of you in my bloodstream
Maybe I don't mind it, maybe it does me good
Maybe it shakes my core just the way that it should

Don't speak, I can't breathe, it was all for you
Growing old is getting old, but we don't know what else to do cause
I saw ghosts in the back of my head, crawled their way from the depths of my bed
Told me to break out from here and face what I dread

If I live with blackholes then, I crawl through my skin
Til they swallow all the remains that lie within

I can get over this
I can get over this