There's Too Much Talk About Ghosts

I'm taking pictures of the people that belong on my wall
Just to remind myself of the way it was last fall, when I could sleep
I can't sleep
And I can't do this, Em
You're fading and I've turned to black, as far as I can tell
No, I can't do this, Emily
You can't just put your trust in me, I'll fail you once again

Once again I fade to black, it's too late to call. It's too late and nothing will ever be the same at all

I'm restless like the summer, worn out like father's day cards. Dripping from top-floor windows, I threw up blood and crashed my car



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Writer(s): Nicholas Stutsman
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