new ghost's song Lyrics

Made a run for it

Didn't see the number two anywhere on it

Never knew all of this time, I was the hypocrite all along

Couldn't dream of it

Felt the real shit

Never knew all of this time, I'd fallen hook, line and sinker

The music echoed on and on

Radio boomed every melancholy song

I knew it was never a forever run

But wasn't it at least supposed to be fun?

The stress, a mess, it's him, who's next?

Breathe in, breathe out, time's running scarce

Build the dust up from your old lungs

And watch the clock but don't be scared

Felt a little click

Your ex's leather jacket, it was counterfeit

Never knew all of this time, you would just keep it all the same

Wouldn't think of it

Not a little bit

Never knew all of this time, it was only you stringing me along

The music echoed on and on

Radio boomed every melancholy song

I knew it was never a forever run

But wasn't it at least supposed to be fun?

The stress, a mess, it's him, who's next?

Breathe in, breathe out, time's running scarce

Just cut the ends you should have teared

And watch the clock but don't be scared

It's late, I know, your blame to blow

Haunt me from your old ghost's shadow

The sticks and stones wither my bones

Build the dust up from your old lungs

Now, sing along to your new ghost's song

Buy my dinner, write your letter

Sip your fucking Dr. Pepper

Always knew you liked her better, anyway

Call me crazy or whatever

I could never unremember

How you left my heart dismembered, every day

The music echoed on and on

Radio boomed every melancholy song

I knew it was never a forever run

But wasn't it at least supposed to be fun?

(The music echoed on and on)

The stress, a mess, it's him, who's next?

(Radio boomed every melancholy song)

Breathe in, breathe out, time's running scarce

(I knew it was never a forever run)

Just cut the ends you should have teared

(But wasn't it at least supposed to be fun?)

And watch the clock but don't be scared

It's late, I know, your blame to blow

(The music echoed on and on)

Haunt me from your old ghost's shadow

(Radio boomed every melancholy song)

The sticks and stones wither my bones

Build the dust up from your old lungs

(I knew it was never a forever run)

Now, sing along to your new ghost's

(But wasn't it at least supposed to be fun?)

Sing along

Sing along to your new ghost's song

But wasn't it at least supposed to be fun?