I´m Not The Lonely Son (I'm The Ghost) (Sampler Version)
I'm not the lonely son I'm the ghost of what the world protected I'm not the lucky one I'm what happens when the world forgets we're here
And we stopped on the tracks Caused a train wreck But now they've come to point the finger Lost in the wake of my own invention I burned enough And I learned to burn you back
'cause when there's nothing to do I'll come crawling to you With my hopes on my sleeves And scabs on my knees And then maybe you'll smile And I can dream for a while
I'm not the one to blame For looking past all the calls for attention They've got such heavy hands They're forced to point when it's too much to swallow, dear
So break them off I don't need their pointed words It's more than enough That they so gladly cut me down We broke our teeth On the ones who gave up first And rest our hands into those who let us down
'cause when there's nothing to do I'll come crawling for you With my hopes on my sleeves And scabs on my knees And then maybe you'll smile And I can dream for a--