My Ghost

Blood on the papers I can't control
I run from myself, I feel so fucking cold
I always go back to the past
But look at me can you see
There's nothing left

Oh, lately I don't have a place to call my home
I hear someone say: Take it slow
I could end this pain with one note
Where the fuck you go?

My ghost, I'm always being haunted by my ghost
I will disappear like this smoke
Swimming through this liquor tryna rid of my woes
You don't know

Blood on the papers I can't control
I run from myself, I feel so fucking cold
I always go back to the past
But look at me can you see
There's nothing left

I'm sick of crying
Lay me down, burn my body
I'm so sick of trying
Can you see all my lies?

Same shit, just a different day
I don't get why I can't turn the page
One day you will forget my face
I can feel it all running in my veins

I feel nothing but the depression
I wish I could handle the pressure
I wish I knew how to live in the present
I wanted to be more expressive

You're all I wanna put in my brain

You're the knife
You're the bullet
You're to blame
You're all I wanna put in my brain

I don't know why I'm so fucked up

Blood on the papers I can't control (you're the knife)
I run from myself, I feel so fucking cold (you're the bullet)
I always go back to the past (you're to blame)
But look at me can you see (you're all I wanna put in my brain)
There's nothing left

You're the knife
You're the bullet
You're to blame
You're all I wanna put in my brain

Oh, lately I don't have a place to call my home
I hear someone say: Take it slow
I could end this pain with one note
Where the fuck you go?

My ghost, I'm always being haunted by my ghost
I will disappear like this smoke
Swimming through this liquor tryna rid of my woes
You don't know

Maybe dying is the least painful part of life