Crowley On Ice

Skating on thin ice like Mister Crowley
Keeping an eye on the shadows surrounding me
They keep on looming, I think I see em moving
Closing in for the kill

I'm getting sick of it, the ghosts are so indirect
And they can never just tell me what it is they want
And I get it, it's hard to be a spirit
But I got a lot going on

Maybe I'm too tired to be considerate
But I wouldn't be so tired if they ever let me sleep
Do they consider it, or even give a shit
I'm at the end of my rope either way

And I'm skating on thin ice like Mister Crowley
Keeping an eye on the shadows surrounding me
They keep on looming, I think I see em moving
Closing in for the kill
Closing in for the kill

I'm a bad host and they're even worse guests
But I guess I'll do my best to give em what I can, cos I can
Seeing that I'm breathing
And it makes me kinda sad to think about em leaving

So I'm skating on thin ice like Mister Crowley
Keeping an eye on the shadows surrounding me
They keep on looming, I think I see em moving
Closing in for the kill
Closing in for the kill
Closing in for the kill
Closing in for the kill



Credits
Writer(s): Miley Hamilton
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