Ghostjokes

I think you're made of smoke,
You're not there when I need you the most
I think you're overblown
And yet I seek you as a home
Oh, you leave your cares like it's a milestone
Whiskey for the day
Sold the morrow
I feel out of place
Oh, it's less than what I'd hoped but let's be numb

When the world is beaten
You're my sweet admiration
I'm your trade-out edition,
You'll run away
I'm your girl on a mission
Where is that face of your suspicion
I'm your freedom to listen or walk away

I think you're made of smoke
You're like acid rain and I can't stay afloat
I think you're so exposed
But now I've found my own rainbow
Oh, you leave your cares like it's a milestone
Whiskey for the day
Sold the morrow
I feel out of place
Oh, it's more than what I knew could be done

When the world is beaten
You're my sweet admiration
I'm your trade-out edition,
You'll run away
I'm your girl on a mission
Where is that face of your suspicion
I'm your freedom to listen or walk away



Credits
Writer(s): Elyria Lazuli
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