Ghosts of Former Lives - Icarus the Owl

We’re headed down now;

I don’t want to sink

You’ll make it somehow, with anyone but me

They’re crying out loud, but I’m not listening.

No, I’m not, I’m not listening

You’re medicine, you’re the menace in me, but it’s not swaying.

No, it’s not,

it’s not swaying me

Please don’t hold it in my face.

Hold it in my train car speeding to LA,

like a sad

Boy running out the clock, ‘cause he’s too scared that he might get the part

Don’t forget my brain;

you’ve taken everything else

That’s a shame it’s not a game I’ll play.

Let go, my hands are not yours

Bled dry, but you still want more

Half way down the road, we cease, we crawl, we fight to find a better life,

then die

Nowhere is my home and I confide with all the ghosts of former lives.

Goodbye

Nevermind, it fell apart, and synthesized in your apartment

You couldn’t wait to hit the asphalt.

You couldn’t wait to call that asshole

I’m on your side, but you are toxic.

You say you’re shy, but you flaunt it

I don’t care who you’re seeing, just as long as you are leaving