fake blood - ghosting | Текст песни

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• fake blood
• ghosting

drink yourself to death out on the porch out in the hall
remember what its like to have our hands pressed on the walls
i am feeling the effects and i am far too sad to talk
i know you don't get it, so maybe you could watch
i wanna focus on the ceiling
i am ghosting through the walls
i don’t care how much you love me
i’ll be floating in the hall
i hate you when you’re drinking, you keep rolling up your sleeves
fuck you when i’m crying, you are why i want to leave
moral fibers shaky, and i am doing this for you
you can’t get too upset when you find out i have come unglued
i wanna focus on the ceiling
i am ghosting through the walls
i don’t care how much you love me
i’ll be floating in the hall
you hit me right in front of her then kiss me on my head
so i can’t help but wishing i’d curl up and die right in my bed
thinking with your hands would make us good people, you thought
i know how much you love me, but i keep thinking maybe not