Ghost Men ft. Jasper Ryan-Cater Lyrics

Smoke in silence

Futile to feel futile

So let's cry a while

And smoke in silence

Drink to ghost men

Who never even met

They like us better now, I bet

So smoke and drink to them

How funny that my ghost left in similar ways

To the comfort that I take to stop the pain

Of him going away

And second-hand smoke made a young boy choke

What a sick little joke

Smoke the pack out

The rush confuses grief

But the rush is brief

So smoke the pack out

Sit in silence

Your tongue has disappeared

But words wouldn't breach my ears if you spoke

And the ghost men jeer as we smoke

How funny that my ghost left in similar ways

To the comfort that I take to stop the pain

Of him going away

And second-hand smoke made a young boy choke

What a sick little joke

I don't know, didn't know, don't think I ever will know you, man

The real you

I find myself missing a smile I can no longer see or picture

Unless it's in the picture I googled from the news report

You dreamt of star-men and a future, bright

Full of family, food, love and light

But I don't know, man

Because fuck you for leaving

Fuck you for getting in that car

Fuck you, couldn't you tell he was drunk?

Fuck you, couldn't you tell he was high?

Fuck you because I told myself for years

It should have been him to die

Fuck you 'cos you chose to get in

And you chose to leave us

I was 6 years old and you were my big bro

Dear, but not too dear enough to know you, man

I learned your laugh, post-mortem

I learned how you lived your life only once you'd become a ghost, man

Ghost man

How funny that my ghost left in similar ways

To the comfort that I take to stop the pain

Of him going away

And second-hand smoke made a young boy

Choke

How funny that my ghost left in similar ways

To the comfort that I take to stop the pain

Of him going away

And second-hand smoke made a young boy choke

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