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