Ghosts

When you've fixed up your basement maybe someday I'll come over
I'm not sure what I'm sure of, but you say we're getting older
And things that were never real can not be ghosts

So I wrote these chords out on the back of a therapy worksheet
I know it's better now but I hope it's not the ceiling
Humming melodies I haven't heard in years
I found an old song whose only line was fuck this feeling

Watched horror on my own again and now I'll never sleep
Spent all night with my phone light trained on all the useless shit I keep
And wishing that I still believed in god

You were right that it gets better but I hate all the change
I know it's good for now but I hope it's not the ceiling
Still humming melodies I haven't heard in years
I found an old song whose only line was fuck this feeling
My ceiling's someone else's floor
Last night I heard him call his wife a whore



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Writer(s): Isadora Decker Lucke, Sumner Erhard
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