The Ghost - Red Slippers Red Wheels lyrics

In a traffic jam with sweaty hands The kids we hype up just to drop These few pretty faces in ugly places The small towns where we would never stop sh**ty scenes and tired schemes All this art it makes me sick And I always wrote better than I spoke You couldn't even read my lips Home is where the heart is Mine is scattered by miles and time On this slow suicide with a pack of smokes and cheap bottle of wine Pa**ing trends and pa**ing friends Magnets floating in a metal sea In a world of ghosts all overdosed Placebo pills at the pharmacy Arguments and your two sense All this talk it makes me sick And I always wrote better than I spoke You couldn't even read my lips In this empty room I will live with my mistakes Hold this straw untill it's gold It will or I will break