Ghost

(альбом: Self Care - 2020)

My hands
Feeling worn and real tired
But I can't make it I can't trace it
Painting pictures, to configure
Our heart
Stop beating for a second
And you can't fix me you can't save me
Painting pictures, to remember

That I'm a ghost
To your noise
And I can't pick up your clothes
That you left on the floor, it's a mess

This time I'll learn to live without you
In design
And this time I'll reminisce the old you
After all I've tried
To find it easier to clear my mind but lately
Seems like I'm nothing more than see through

These hands
Feeling worn and real tired
I can't create it if I fake it
Painting pictures
Of the skies that were red when I thought I was dead
Am I feeling more alive now?
Or is this just from the come down?

Yeah I'm a ghost
To your noise
And I can't pick up the clothes
That you left on the floor, it's a mess

This time I'll learn to live without you
In design
And this time I'll reminisce the old you
After all I've tried
To find it easier to clear my mind but lately
Seems like I'm nothing more than see through
I'll see it through

Yeah I'm a ghost
To your noise
Oh I can't pick up the clothes
That you left on the floor

This time I'll learn to live without you
In design
And this time I'll reminisce the old you
After all I've tried
To find it easier to clear my mind but lately
Seems like I'm nothing more than see through
I'll see it through