the ghost
It's sunday night
With a cold glass and a velvet chair
A man on tv
Is about to tell me
If my soul was well received
I can't help but feel a little bit sad
As the sun continues to go
But I'm hopeful
So hopeful
That he'll give me something to hold
I'm wondering
What is the worth of a heart on a page
How many careers have been made
From my heartaches
I'm so beautifully grateful
But tonight please give me five minutes
To not be okay
A boy makes fun of what I created
And a girl chimes in
The plant was a veritas
Gentle in sin
But my whole career has been spent in a corner
Watching someone else take the stage
Well I'm tired of dancing on my own
Will you stand by me
Will you be the hand I hold
I'm wondering
What is the worth of a heart on a page
How many careers have been made
From my heartaches
I'm so beautifully grateful
But tonight please give me five minutes
To not be okay
I was so hopeful
That thing
Would make you see
This wasn't all for nothing
And my heart could taste relief
I was so hopeful
That thing
Would make you see
I was so hopeful
That you'd finally
Be proud of me
I'm wondering
What is the worth of this heart of mine on a page
How many careers have I made
From every trauma, every mistake
I'm so beautifully, painfully, masterfully grateful
But tonight please give me five minutes
Then maybe another five minutes
Oh please give me the time that I need
To not be okay
With a cold glass and a velvet chair
A man on tv
Is about to tell me
If my soul was well received
I can't help but feel a little bit sad
As the sun continues to go
But I'm hopeful
So hopeful
That he'll give me something to hold
I'm wondering
What is the worth of a heart on a page
How many careers have been made
From my heartaches
I'm so beautifully grateful
But tonight please give me five minutes
To not be okay
A boy makes fun of what I created
And a girl chimes in
The plant was a veritas
Gentle in sin
But my whole career has been spent in a corner
Watching someone else take the stage
Well I'm tired of dancing on my own
Will you stand by me
Will you be the hand I hold
I'm wondering
What is the worth of a heart on a page
How many careers have been made
From my heartaches
I'm so beautifully grateful
But tonight please give me five minutes
To not be okay
I was so hopeful
That thing
Would make you see
This wasn't all for nothing
And my heart could taste relief
I was so hopeful
That thing
Would make you see
I was so hopeful
That you'd finally
Be proud of me
I'm wondering
What is the worth of this heart of mine on a page
How many careers have I made
From every trauma, every mistake
I'm so beautifully, painfully, masterfully grateful
But tonight please give me five minutes
Then maybe another five minutes
Oh please give me the time that I need
To not be okay
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Writer(s): Jessica Hoover
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