Ghosts of Lovers I Used to Know

I’m just so tired, and honey,
You’re giving me that look:
I’m not ready to die,
But I don’t fucking need you here;
So, I’ll wait and pray until forever ends,
But, my old favorite hang out,
Is filled with the ghosts of lovers I used to know,
You’re not my best friend,
You’re just dirt between my teeth:
I just don’t want to be ugly anymore!
My knees are scraped, and so are my hands,
And silly little Georgia Lynn
Was astonished to find,
That my entire life was supported by a lie
Well, you’re not sure where you went
But you know me by name,
And you tell me I’m looking quite nice
As the night progresses you begin to cry,
And I find a new place to hide;
Isn’t that how the story
Always ends though?