Paper Jackets - Ghost of You lyrics

I had enough Addicted to the stuff Put me in the front seat Buckled up I copped a bag Make up for what you lack Never met a girl with a tat so black She wants to play Baby she wants a taste Every time she comes around me she said Damn boy You’ve got issues I write love out on her arms Like bu*terflies We come alive Hurry and wait Bottled up the cage Pick apart my thoughts And the people I hate to love I know you hate me too Stick to your friends like glue I hardly notice you And when you come around it’s proof That I’ve been dancing with the ghost of you What’s close to me is close to you But now we’re fu*king choking on the fumes Singin’ Damn boy You’ve got issues I write love out on her arms Like bu*terflies We come alive Even when it’s dark we ride It’s money, sex Influenza Three bugs on my wrist I do not give two fu*king sh*ts We protest Your agenda By 4pm I’m lit I sit and think about my life Yo please believe That it’s hard for me to leave Hard for me to be Hard to walk away I’m not okay We’re not far off We’re not all lost I’m not fu*ked up We’re not far gone At heart Some of us are dumb Damn boy You’ve got issues I write love out on her arms Like bu*terflies We come alive Even when it’s dark we ride Plastic, fascist No comprendo It’s hard to be offended You’re the one who draws the line We protest Your agendo I’m punching out my card And then I’m punching out the lights I’m punching out my card And then I’m punching out the lights (2x)