Free Ghost, Town Style
I got gears and they grind more each day
And I don’t know what else I’ve got to say
I got a heart, but broke down in my chest
So I’m emotional, but I admit, I’m not the best
Put the needle to my neck and call the nurse
‘Cause I almost didn’t make it on that last verse
Drowning my pain in a puff of smoke tonight
‘Cause I’ve been swimming in my love; my kryptonite
She called me beaux, so I’m scared to call her my friend
And I guess I’ll be there for her until the end
But the end was a long long time ago
But I pretend like I’m confused and still don’t know
What the deal was then, and what the deal is now
But it’s a problem my head just won’t allow
To be fixed or forgotten, so it just waits
Too proud to admit it put too much on its plates
I got a fork ‘cause tonight I’m eating alone
Even though I hear her eating away at the phone
Nom nom like a hunger that can’t be fed
Like zombie feeding on the remains of the dead
Like me ‘cause I’m down without a heartbeat
In pain and in enough to bring me to my feet
I’m looking for a hand to pick me back up
But all I see is an ability flowing from the cup
Washing away all the rhymes and all of the reasons
And she said some of us stay for a couple of seasons
And like that she was gone without another word
I was back to black sheeping in a scapegoated herd
All alone in the land of the living and the dead
‘Cause I’m laying here thinking with my heart, not my head
Which explains why I’m still sleeping in this bed
‘Cause I’m dreaming of the reality I’m looking for instead
Back back to land of the cool vibrations
Turned into a ghost town due to cool vacations
Lacking all of the ghosts that once filled its halls
And disconnecting all the phones that once made their calls
I’m back to the start, living it up in the machine
Still talking to the grey that’s locked up in between
Still yapping with the ghost that’s kicking it on the scene
Still clapping with the most and definitely clean
Now the night has washed over the forgotten small town
And we’re roaming the nights like the kids afraid of clowns
We’re out of smiles, so we painted on all the remaining frowns
We’re out of money, so we folded our own paper crowns
‘Cause we’re the kings and the queens of the of the want-to-be-sad
And we’re the stings and the teens of the want-to-be-mad
And I don’t know what else I’ve got to say
My gears, they grind more and more each day
And I don’t know what else I’ve got to say
I got a heart, but broke down in my chest
So I’m emotional, but I admit, I’m not the best
Put the needle to my neck and call the nurse
‘Cause I almost didn’t make it on that last verse
Drowning my pain in a puff of smoke tonight
‘Cause I’ve been swimming in my love; my kryptonite
She called me beaux, so I’m scared to call her my friend
And I guess I’ll be there for her until the end
But the end was a long long time ago
But I pretend like I’m confused and still don’t know
What the deal was then, and what the deal is now
But it’s a problem my head just won’t allow
To be fixed or forgotten, so it just waits
Too proud to admit it put too much on its plates
I got a fork ‘cause tonight I’m eating alone
Even though I hear her eating away at the phone
Nom nom like a hunger that can’t be fed
Like zombie feeding on the remains of the dead
Like me ‘cause I’m down without a heartbeat
In pain and in enough to bring me to my feet
I’m looking for a hand to pick me back up
But all I see is an ability flowing from the cup
Washing away all the rhymes and all of the reasons
And she said some of us stay for a couple of seasons
And like that she was gone without another word
I was back to black sheeping in a scapegoated herd
All alone in the land of the living and the dead
‘Cause I’m laying here thinking with my heart, not my head
Which explains why I’m still sleeping in this bed
‘Cause I’m dreaming of the reality I’m looking for instead
Back back to land of the cool vibrations
Turned into a ghost town due to cool vacations
Lacking all of the ghosts that once filled its halls
And disconnecting all the phones that once made their calls
I’m back to the start, living it up in the machine
Still talking to the grey that’s locked up in between
Still yapping with the ghost that’s kicking it on the scene
Still clapping with the most and definitely clean
Now the night has washed over the forgotten small town
And we’re roaming the nights like the kids afraid of clowns
We’re out of smiles, so we painted on all the remaining frowns
We’re out of money, so we folded our own paper crowns
‘Cause we’re the kings and the queens of the of the want-to-be-sad
And we’re the stings and the teens of the want-to-be-mad
And I don’t know what else I’ve got to say
My gears, they grind more and more each day