I am the ghost of a heart and a head in the clouds
I am the ghost of a smile through the holes in my mouth
I am the ghost of a timeline that worked itself out
Now I know nothing but the monsters we make of ourselves
But you paint this picture of life that I'm blind to
There are too many grays I cannot leave behind
I'm not a promising future, I'm only a past
I'm still looking back
They are the faces fit to a mold and remade
They are the big shots and small talks and half-hearted hardly-earned pay
She is the voice that screams, "you'll lose love if you can't escape."
But I'm losing it already, so there's no difference anyways
But you paint this picture of life that I'm blind to
There are too many grays I cannot leave behind
I'm not a promising future, I'm only a past
I'm still looking back
We are hell-bent and obsessed with ends and beginnings
And we have our hearts set on forgetting everything in between them
But I am only a ghost, and looking back is all that I know
I am not a promising future
But I promise you I'm not a past
So I'll dig up some dirt, and I'll pray for what it's worth that I'm half the man you say I am
I believe in these words, and these words are enough for now
I believe in something
I will not let you down
