This Fine Art of Making Ghosts
Lyrics
Facing something forgotten
Always seems to be my problem
A crowded empty place
Haunts my deepest inner space
A victim of a social
Awkward situation
Nothing to rest my case
Just don't want to know your face
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
Missing the most important cog
And I can't find it in this fog
Forcing a locked door
Has become a complete bore
I just want to leave this place
Because I am haunted by your face
Everything is so unsure
And I don't want this anymore
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
The suns time has come to an end
Neptune is crashing
Our worlds colliding
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
Facing something forgotten
Always seems to be my problem
A crowded empty place
Haunts my deepest inner space
A victim of a social
Awkward situation
Nothing to rest my case
Just don't want to know your face
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
Missing the most important cog
And I can't find it in this fog
Forcing a locked door
Has become a complete bore
I just want to leave this place
Because I am haunted by your face
Everything is so unsure
And I don't want this anymore
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
The suns time has come to an end
Neptune is crashing
Our worlds colliding
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
Tortured with a memory
Of everything that could have been
A mental scar that always hurts
Painful how it never blurs
Something new but still forgotten
Wondering how I'll reach the bottom
But I always seem to host
This fine art of making ghosts
Writer(s): Jason Oakley
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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