| I'll be the one to let this roof cave in on me | |
| Buried in this house this wooden graveyard by the sea | |
| We push away our families to understand our needs | |
| The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me | |
| Restless nights all dizzy spells all sand between my sheets | |
| Showing signs of thirst like dried out boardwalk-blistered feet | |
| And now I know I never knew about you, only me | |
| We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat | |
| But we could work, we try to live and get by | |
| To make our family in a second floor apartment | |
| Standing on a threshhold body out and flesh cold | |
| Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost | |
| Try to grieve, to flex and release | |
| To cry and work out with the underrate apartment | |
| Moments are a lifetime | |
| Lockin' in a straight line | |
| This could take a little while to shake things off | |
| Down by the waters edge | |
| Under a dying tree | |
| I let my body slip | |
| Something inside of me | |
| But when I came around | |
| Some kind of murky face | |
| I don't ever want to be alone like this | |
| And I will tuck into you like I always want to be | |
| Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree | |
| It was you who knew me first, this wasn't meant for kids like me | |
| Some brutal natural force we only feel, we never see | |
| But as you grip the tide | |
| You blundered aside | |
| Your heads got smaller until they vanished into silence | |
| Sinking in a white foam | |
| Running to a new home | |
| We can only understand the things we see | |
| You cease, desist | |
| And view me like this | |
| The eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights | |
| Standing on a threshhold body out and flesh cold | |
| I don't ever want to be alone like this | |
| I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet | |
| I never sleep, I never eat | |
| I am learning how to be lost completely | |
| I want to be found, we crave the things we push away | |
| These patterns cut like every day | |
| I need to reach I need you to me | |
| Down by the waters edge | |
| Under a dying tree | |
| I let my body slip | |
| Something inside of me | |
| But when i came around | |
| Some kind of murky face | |
| Shakin' my bones put me back in place | |
| I don't ever want to be alone like this | |
| Haunted by the presence of things i miss | |
| I don't ever want to be alone like this | |
| Haunted by the presence of things i miss | |
| Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself | |
| Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself | |
| Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell | |
| Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself |