It's all that you have and it's all that I lack. It's the gaps between my teeth and the curve that's in my back. It's the way I feel when I think about the past. It's compare and contrast, it's wanting her back. (It's wanting her back.)
Well it's my disbelief, it's her hair that's on my sheets, it's the ghost that's in my room while I sleep, it's me. It's love and sex and faith and death, it's alcohol, it's cigarettes, it's constant change and lack of rest. It's emptiness, it's me.
It's the picture in the hallway, where my uncle's ghost resides. It's the night that he went missing. It's the night we thought he died. It's the questions that still linger, did he leave or take his life? It's that I never had the chance to say (the chance to say goodbye.)
Well it's my disbelief, it's her hair that's on my sheets, it's the ghost that's in my room while I sleep, it's me. It's love and sex and faith and death, it's alcohol, it's cigarettes, it's constant change and lack of rest. It's emptiness, it's me.
It's love and sex and faith and death, it's alcohol, it's cigarettes, it's constant change and lack of rest. It's emptiness, it's me.
Well it's my disbelief, it's her hair that's on my sheets, it's the ghost that's in my room while I sleep, it's me. It's love and sex and faith and death, it's alcohol, it's cigarettes, it's constant change and lack of rest. It's emptiness, it's me.
It's love and sex and faith and death, it's alcohol, it's cigarettes, it's constant change and lack of rest. It's emptiness, it's me.