GHOST

How short this life is
Let's put that in writing
And make it out to heaven, man, I'm sure that we could fight this
You think it's overkill, I'm over-watering a ficus
But you all think you fly, that's why you flock to where the light is
If you ain't walked the moon, then boy, you better be your Highness
If you ain't solid ground, then boy, you better be a lioness
And I'm just trying to live forever, what's the harm in tryin'?
Just make your story last that when you die, you really dying

Am I poor?
Life is at the door with the eviction
I don't wanna be another victim
Is there anyone, is there anyone out there? Yeah
I'm living in the wake of my addictions
Well, maybe I'm just looking for permission
Doesn't anyone, doesn't anyone care?

Yeah, yeah, u-uh
Tell me 'bout your moments
Tell me how you chose 'em
The day involves some pills and the day involves some posing
And tell me in my will, will it mentions that I'm awesome
And tell me were my thrills just as killer as my coffin?
I got diamonds, am I meant to? (Diamonds, am I meant to?)
But I can't write a story with a diamond, where's my pencil?
And I be stretching, but this body's just a rental
Just like they be haunting me, I'll be haunting them too

Life is at the door with the eviction
I don't wanna be another victim
Is there anyone, is there anyone out there? Yeah
I'm living in the wake of my addictions
Well, maybe I'm just looking for permission
Doesn't anyone, doesn't anyone care?