December 18th and you're at home in bed alone with my ghost. And with the shapes your body makes its all the same; you begging for the truth but i lie and I say that nothing's changed. But these days you're finding comfort in better things.
And I guess the ghosts of my past have finally started to eat at me. And I guess you finally see what caring really means to me.
I know you'll be waiting up for me when i get home, and I'm sorry. I should have been there more two weeks never felt so long.
And I guess the ghosts of my past have finally started to eat at me. And I guess you finally see what caring really means to me.
I know you'll be waiting up for me when i get home, and I'm sorry. I should have been there more two weeks never felt so long.