Ghosts - Faker

I’m an 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 fading and out like that

I want you back

'Cause it brings me down

Like I’ve been hurt

All the things I saw from death

All the weeks I won’t forget

You come home like a landslide

I can feel the pins and needles

Sleep, turn back, 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 hurt

All the things I saw from death

All the weeks I won’t forget

'Cause it brings me down

Like you’ve been hurt

All the things I won’t forget

All the weeks I saw your face

(Death?)