Chasing Ghosts
Cut my heart out of my chest
I don't need it anymore
Searching for peace within death
Find me laying on the floor
Fuck I just spaced out
I got this buzzing in my head
And it never goes away now
I feel like I'm on my way out
I feel like I'm about to fade out
Everyday when I wake up
I feel like I am not enough and
I feel like I keep on getting closer to the edge
Can't feel my fingers
Can't feel my head
Am I even alive
Or am I just dead
Do I hear sirens
Are they getting closer
I wish for silence
I wish for closure
I wish there was a god I could confide in
Instead I've got these demons and I keep on fighting
I'm a nervous wreck I feel my brain decomposing
I'm a fucking mess and I can't even focus
I know I should keep on living
But I don't know why
Everyday that I live on
I feel more dead inside
Cut my heart out of my chest
I don't need it anymore
Searching for peace within death
Find me laying on the floor and
I've been chasing ghosts
They're living in these walls
I can't escape my thoughts
Echoing through these halls and
There is just no way to escape
When you're running from your brain
Nowhere is safe
Not even here
I could just sit here
Keep feeling hopeless
Or I could change and
Try to control this
Tired of wishing for things that won't come
I've gotta get up and claim what I want
But I keep getting stuck in this search for purpose
It's never really helped me
Big disservice
It doesn't really matter if I deserve it
All that really matters is that I earn it
So I guess that I gotta change and
Every single problem I might face
Everything that gets in my way
I'm gonna punch till my fists break
Spent the last few years chasing ghosts and
We all know how that goes
Leave a little space to feel sad but
I'm gonna change to a nomad
I don't need it anymore
Searching for peace within death
Find me laying on the floor
Fuck I just spaced out
I got this buzzing in my head
And it never goes away now
I feel like I'm on my way out
I feel like I'm about to fade out
Everyday when I wake up
I feel like I am not enough and
I feel like I keep on getting closer to the edge
Can't feel my fingers
Can't feel my head
Am I even alive
Or am I just dead
Do I hear sirens
Are they getting closer
I wish for silence
I wish for closure
I wish there was a god I could confide in
Instead I've got these demons and I keep on fighting
I'm a nervous wreck I feel my brain decomposing
I'm a fucking mess and I can't even focus
I know I should keep on living
But I don't know why
Everyday that I live on
I feel more dead inside
Cut my heart out of my chest
I don't need it anymore
Searching for peace within death
Find me laying on the floor and
I've been chasing ghosts
They're living in these walls
I can't escape my thoughts
Echoing through these halls and
There is just no way to escape
When you're running from your brain
Nowhere is safe
Not even here
I could just sit here
Keep feeling hopeless
Or I could change and
Try to control this
Tired of wishing for things that won't come
I've gotta get up and claim what I want
But I keep getting stuck in this search for purpose
It's never really helped me
Big disservice
It doesn't really matter if I deserve it
All that really matters is that I earn it
So I guess that I gotta change and
Every single problem I might face
Everything that gets in my way
I'm gonna punch till my fists break
Spent the last few years chasing ghosts and
We all know how that goes
Leave a little space to feel sad but
I'm gonna change to a nomad
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Writer(s): Christopher Elliott
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