Ghost Reality
I live every day in a world where I did everything different
When you cried in the car and instead I really listened
All those times I felt love, and I'd just fucking admit it
Give you the whole of my heart, the same that you were giving
And when I moved overseas, and you said you'd wait for us
I really gave it a chance and not ran away from love
A world where I'm not scared every morning just waking up
Now I make it up
There's a place inside my mind I make believe
Where the story doesn't end in tragedy
And now the only way I feel you close to me
Is to hide inside a ghost reality
Picture the night we first met, but we never left that garden
I walked you home, 'stead of leaving, you outside my apartment
I wasn't selfish and just appreciated your patience
A world where I signed the deal without my ego inflating
I see a life, you in white, two kids, one picket fence
Not me alone in my room, punishing myself instead
'Cause I can't face the fact this is how the real story ends
So I just pretend
There's a place inside my mind I make believe
Where the story doesn't end in tragedy
And now the only way I feel you close to me
Is to hide inside a ghost reality
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
When you cried in the car and instead I really listened
All those times I felt love, and I'd just fucking admit it
Give you the whole of my heart, the same that you were giving
And when I moved overseas, and you said you'd wait for us
I really gave it a chance and not ran away from love
A world where I'm not scared every morning just waking up
Now I make it up
There's a place inside my mind I make believe
Where the story doesn't end in tragedy
And now the only way I feel you close to me
Is to hide inside a ghost reality
Picture the night we first met, but we never left that garden
I walked you home, 'stead of leaving, you outside my apartment
I wasn't selfish and just appreciated your patience
A world where I signed the deal without my ego inflating
I see a life, you in white, two kids, one picket fence
Not me alone in my room, punishing myself instead
'Cause I can't face the fact this is how the real story ends
So I just pretend
There's a place inside my mind I make believe
Where the story doesn't end in tragedy
And now the only way I feel you close to me
Is to hide inside a ghost reality
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Joseph Martin, Chris Breheny, Fraser James Eliot Churchill
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