I’ve been thinking that I’ve
Been thinking too much
Creating these ghosts
From the everyday
Feeling every little thing
And yeah still ashamed of my age
But I guess that’s my fault
‘Spose that’s my fault
Wasting time
Spinning the wheel
Making this weight mine
Soon I’ll find
Everything that I would need
Is inside
Peeling Away at the skin
I see things so clearly now
I’m seeing right through
To the marrow
See warm blood but shaky bones
Same Fear of dying alone