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ghost stories
01:49
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I remember seein shit
little spirits, we were kids
they told me "take these pills"
hovered scissors above my wrist
pair of shoes almost had me do it
Ash the only reason that I ain't lose it
exorcise me with a text
that's the only reason I got through it
I used to follow the light when I was young
but when the light followed back? I felt the sun
I knew that after shit would never be the same
but at least now I have someone else to blame
used to be okay when music made my ears bleed
until I almost ended up like Jason Voorhees
I felt his foot on the gas
slammed my own on the brake
missed my date with the fishes
hung over water like bait
I used to follow the light when I was young
but when the light followed back? I felt the sun
I knew that after shit would never be the same
but at least now I have someone else to blame
I don't believe in ghosts
what that means for me, I don't know
I'm in my head on my own
what that means for me, I don't know
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charlie brown, ran in without looking
feeling woozy; he got red hair, but when he speaks he’s lucy
he kept aloof, held my hand a little,
broke a piece off cause i’m real brittle
i’m a candy man with a buzz in his ear,
not wise enough for his years,
stuck on someone out of his peer,
just broken up with out on the pier
and i know
when i speak, he’s got it all wrong
teacher talk while he’s trying to prom.
want to dance, but that’s not what he wants
i say goodbye, head back to my friend’s car
seatbelt can’t save me from the wreck in my heart,
woodstock when friends all ask me what’s wrong,
i turn the house around and realize that he’s not what i want,
that he's not what i want
i swear
i caught a glimpse of red in your hair.
maybe my rose tints put it there
whoever you are
i turn,
vision caught by a strand of scarlet
from my hotel room to your apartment
hoping one day we share a heartbeat,
wherever you are
two years in the field waiting for this moment,
halloween nights getting cold and lonely,
no one believed me, that’s what they told me,
but finally you rose, and you started to hold me
i played with your hair, it was red to the roots
sweeter than strawberries, even with you
so sweet that it left you with an ache in your tooth
i’ve found out how it feels to be too good to be true
god put nine hours between us
make it three years that felt like eons
toy piano ballads soundtrack to the love lost
i got to kiss you again, but at what cost?
banshee beating my speakers, i bawl hard
and feel myself shatter like a backboard
i catch myself before i start falling backwards,
we share a dance after eating all of our past words
little red haired people
i wanna be your little red hair person
won't you be my little red haired person?
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since march
02:44
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it feels like since march we've hardly spoken
my headlights dancing on Oklahoma
shorelines, the waves just break my focus
while I write in the sand; I hope you notice
you took that tone I used to know
shoulders cold, burned my face on your collarbone
I wipe your tears, and I feel your finger run
across my face, you let me love you tho
I let you push me off the bed
sometimes, I wish that you'd wish I was there
sometimes, I wish that you'd wish I was dead
sometimes
when I die I'll probably thank you in the morning
I'll find some kind of confidence in your morning
and you, you'd do those things that you do
you could wear my big jacket to the funeral
you never really liked calling me your boyfriend
I was just trying to see how it went
your ghost in my passenger seat we hold hands
your ghost in my passenger seat
I just have one question;
does it follow you?
because I haven't felt the best since I unfollowed you
my phone sends me a push, it breaks some bones and my heart
you know I always loved your art
from beyond the grave though
erasing my history's become a staple
wish I was able to poke, prod, or like
be like
some kind of poltergeist
should keep my phone out of the bed
respect the sanctity of man
keep a journal, drop my burdens
write it down and maybe it'll stop hurting
maybe you were hurting me
but baby was I hurting you?
maybe you were hurting
but baby did I hurt you too?
did I hurt you?
I don't think that you think so,
but also, you ask your mirror about evil
realistically the truth is somewhere in limbo
when we finally meet the gray
will we be equal?
you never really liked calling me your boyfriend
I was just trying to see how it went
your ghost in my passenger seat we hold hands
your ghost in my passenger seat
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4. |
peanuts (brocklos remix)
04:02
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charlie brown, ran in without looking
feeling woozy; he got red hair, but when he speaks he’s lucy
he kept aloof, held my hand a little,
broke a piece off cause i’m real brittle
i’m a candy man with a buzz in his ear,
not wise enough for his years,
stuck on someone out of his peer,
just broken up with out on the pier
and i know
when i speak, he’s got it all wrong
teacher talk while he’s trying to prom.
want to dance, but that’s not what he wants
i say goodbye, head back to my friend’s car
seatbelt can’t save me from the wreck in my heart,
woodstock when friends all ask me what’s wrong,
i turn the house around and realize that he’s not what i want,
that he's not what i want
i swear
i caught a glimpse of red in your hair.
maybe my rose tints put it there
whoever you are
i turn,
vision caught by a strand of scarlet
from my hotel room to your apartment
hoping one day we share a heartbeat,
wherever you are
two years in the field waiting for this moment,
halloween nights getting cold and lonely,
no one believed me, that’s what they told me,
but finally you rose, and you started to hold me
i played with your hair, it was red to the roots
sweeter than strawberries, even with you
so sweet that it left you with an ache in your tooth
i’ve found out how it feels to be too good to be true
god put nine hours between us
make it three years that felt like eons
toy piano ballads soundtrack to the love lost
i got to kiss you again, but at what cost?
banshee beating my speakers, i bawl hard
and feel myself shatter like a backboard
i catch myself before i start falling backwards,
we share a dance after eating all of our past words
little red haired people
i wanna be your little red hair person
won't you be my little red haired person?
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