Drift out the open door and you head out west
Double the alcohol circumvent
Who let the curtain down, who put on your dress
The one in the photograph of you at your best
Shift across my shallow grave
I can almost hear you now
What we could have made, well I guess it wouldn't matter now
Trip across the sabotage someone set for someone else
Too many ways to get it wrong when you forget to be yourself
Cuz I'm too tired to wait around, too tired to wait around for you
So sad, but I'm afraid that your ghost will have to do