Ghosts

The breadcrumbs on my sheets
Will lead the way for Hansel and Gretel
The sun shines through my window
I wish this glass was made out of metal

The ghost of my dog jumps in my bed
He's wagging his tail, i'm petting his head
It's been 4 days but Jesus is still on the cross
Rosa Parks sits in the back of the bus

Keep refilling my drink keep telling me lies
Once i get sober this exclusive offer expires

Tears of conviction, he likes to be abused
I grow emphatic as I grow confused

The ghost of my dad crosses his arms
We both got drunk after a fight with my mom
"Get your shit together, son
Stop acting like a little bitch"
Something i have never learned
Subject he had often teached



Credits
Writer(s): Alexey Akimov, Elena Levitskaya, Grigory Tatintsev, Nikita Kuzmichev
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