Ghost In A Ditch - Franz Ferdinand

This ghost lay in a ditch on Thursday

Where I was meant to be

I almost missed my death, it’s so good

Now he’s decked in flowers from me

I hope she doesn’t like me

Or I’ll still be standing, more than likely

Where he once stood

And that’s not good

Oh, ah-ha-ha

We pretend not to look at each other

But he could see over his shoulder

He got me a time, he got that a time

Never a time again

I noticed the hair on her head, that’s not real

Now I’m left with a death and a naked ordeal

When all I want is down at the shore

Sitting in my car

And bitter sometimes, but the taste is sweet

Your friends only like themselves in photographs

I don’t like them

I don’t like you

We pretend not to care for another

Then stand on our feet when I hold her

We pretend not to look but for change

And for good, I cry

So when the stars look bright above me

And in the streetlights, I can’t see

I walk on down to make a stand

Where he once stood

So now they lie there

Breast to breast and toe to toe

And all I want is down at the shore

Sitting in my car

Oh, ah-ha-ha

We end it, it’s all over

She’ll bury me but I’ll hold her

She’ll shovel the dirt into my face

But I don’t care, I love her

Haha