Ghost With a Mouth

Open heart that's ready peeled

I looked around, and saw myself
And all I saw was another ghost with a mouth
An empty shell, of rhythm and feel
An open heart, that's ready peeled
And I kept going, for weeks and a day
Pretending to see pretending to see and feeling my way
I cracked my head, like an egg
And all that was left was the rust of regret

As I'm hanging here, by a thread,
Waiting around for the NHS
While you're at home, with John le carre,
Tapping your feet to the beat of YES
See I asked for help, and all I got
Was another appointment with a human rock
And now I'm here, and I've figured it out
I'm just another ghost with a human mouth

And there's thousands like us
Return to the dust

So I turned myself, inside out
Opened up, my human mouth
And I asked for help
And I need a little bit
But you know, we all need time, time to crawl

So, here I am, inside out
Marrow in the wind and gurgling shout
I turn away, from the looks
And bury my head in films that were books
See the issue is, I can't flip the page
Cos hey man it's tough, the blood blood it stays
I unzipped myself, and I was shook
That day I found hindsight hits with a hook

And there's thousands like us
Return to the dust

So I, cracked back, back my bones
I was fine, physically I was fine
Bruised and grey
And I need a little bit, to breathe for a sec
Cos you know, we all need time, time to crawl

Enter the hole where beauty is just a scab to be picked
Crawl and swill in the self doubt, the pity, the shit
Enter the pit!
The nasties!
The inevitable!
Back step!

No high hopes, and a casket of dreams!

And I'm nearly there, my eyes are burst,
Blood red blood red and all fish hooked
I picked myself, like hot ripe fruit
Straight out of hell and I walked right through
And I burst through the door, everyday
It hurts man but hey, I do it anyway
And I've walked too far, to see the day, without your face
Nowhere man

So I, peeled myself off the floor
And I, threw myself, through the door
And my perception might be fucked
And I might be, out of luck
But you know (fuck you)
I'll be alright after all.

So I, peeled myself off the floor
And I, threw myself, through the door
And my perception might be fucked
And I might be, out of luck
But you know

I'll be alright after all