Seeing Ghosts

Now it's time for your monster to call
All wrapped in troubles and up against the wall
Riding the brakes
Whatever it takes so you can pass the ball
Now you're seeing ghosts
Reflecting the most perfect part of us

On the run
Take what's yours, pack up and leave
Pretending you're cut up like some old magazine
Passing the time
Rote-speak the lines that you've practiced for
And now you'll go
And all you can show are those heavy eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Erickson
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