I'm finally coming close to ghost

It can happen to you well, I'd love to believe

But the magic fades into the memory

Well I got my bottled water and my nachos

Your sarcasm radiates unhappiness

These midwest eyes are dead tonight

This heart is pumping blood much harder than you know

This here is my legacy. I leave all of this to thee

Maybe tomorrow I won't smoke no cigarettes

I'm too tired to care; we're too busy to think

And the kiss of winter fades into the memory

Four months out of every year

So dry them eyes

They come in masks to kill the child that came in

All the clowns only here to entertain

Are you content at twenty-seven?

It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave

Neon skies open up three Saturdays a month

And I wanna bury the past

I'm sober like a Sunday morning mass

I've got 500 miles until I'm free

My loft, my motorcycle, my hip restaurant down the street

Yesterday is nothing but a dream to me

I coughed and bled and caught my breath

If we die in fire and water I want to be with you

using tattoos like old photo albums, we reminisced the olden days

I just sit and stare now

I'm a bullet and a target, and I'm drenched splattered blood

Stained so bad, we'll never erase it

Came to me in a bleeding dream on filtered avenues of light