Too many ghosts that believe in me and know that everything will be alright.
It tastes so good, the feeling of belief.
The sand is gone, wrapped in the carpet downstairs.
Walking alone with nothing more than a memory.
Flying high, gathering moments of the past.
I am the fool who believed all you said.
Always selling the truth to be thrown hatred.
We can talk through these sharp words that are taken as a weapon and taken as mistreated words spun as the truth.
There is no one to trust, the idea of this is haunted in our horoscopes.
Stuck in the bad-side of town, I understand never wanting to see anyone else again.
Undertone through your lies, going through codes when not a soul understands why you’re here.
Coming to believe these feelings, wanting to know more than the demons inside my eyes.
Life is too short as is and the road we’re on now makes us hesitate.
Time is irrelevant; this highway is cherished all night long.
Diamonds on my ears and a ring on my left hand, I thought that this would feel better than it does.
Mistaken by the principles of reality, nothing good can come from making it in this undertone City.
Open eyes and widened smiles, the days are counted now.