Ghosts

I'm addicted romantic
I can feel the pins and needles up my back
Up my back
I'm consistently tragic
I can't touch you if you fade in and out like that
I want you back
'Cause it brings me down
Like I've been hit
Oh the things I saw from death
Are the things I'll not forget
You come on like a landslide
I can feel the pins and needles sleep turned back
And heart turned black
I'm particularly fragile
If my head exploded would you put up with that?
Don't do that
'Cause it brings me down
Like you've been hit
Oh the things I saw from death
And the weeks I'll not forget
The wheels as they turn
Leave my heart and my head scarred red
And the weeks I saw your death
The things I saw from death
And the weeks I'll not forget
The wheels as they turn
Leave my head and my heart scarred red
And the weeks I saw your death