Inner Ghosts
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
Where the fuck did my youth go?
I can't hear it in my head
My head
The watery eyes that we swallowed
The bones that were burnt
And the promises we both left unsaid
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
Tell my mum is not her fault
That I am writing this death note
It's just my inner ghosts
I'm too frail to read what I wrote
I'm too scared to slit my own throat
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
The bulb is already burnt out
And I feel bad I can't do this anymore
I can only remember irrelevant stuff now
Like the time we raised hell at that store
Or that girl that only texted me
When she was drunk
So I could go knock at her door
And I know it is not the right choice
But the world seems quieter beyond this shore
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
Where the fuck did my youth go?
I can't hear it in my head
My head
The watery eyes that we swallowed
The bones that were burnt
And the promises we both left unsaid
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
Tell my mum is not her fault
That I am writing this death note
It's just my inner ghosts
I'm too frail to read what I wrote
I'm too scared to slit my own throat
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
The bulb is already burnt out
And I feel bad I can't do this anymore
I can only remember irrelevant stuff now
Like the time we raised hell at that store
Or that girl that only texted me
When she was drunk
So I could go knock at her door
And I know it is not the right choice
But the world seems quieter beyond this shore
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
Shit, I am drowning in these trenches
Like a sinking castaway
Weak hawthorn fences I can't break
All of my colors fade to gray
I'm dead inside, but play it shay
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Writer(s): àlex Aubach, Eduardo Arqué, Oriol Batalla
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