Ghostwriting Lyrics

Won’t you tell me again, how my heart’s in the right place
When it feels so lost, and my chest feels vacant
So hang a sheet on me, to hide my loneliness
Call me a ghost, because I am transparent

The marble floor is colder than I remember
And I tremble in that memory

If you stay we could stare at the ceiling
As we wait for it to fall and blanket us

Won’t you tell me again, how my heart’s in the right place
When it feels so lost, and my chest feels vacant
So hang a sheet on me, to hide my loneliness
Call me a ghost, because I am transparent

We’re lost in the walls of our ribs
We're trying to find our way back
We’re wandering, like ghosts writing their wills
Their wills

Were we walking in circles (in circles)?
Dead and broken retracing all our steps
Were we meant to be hurtful (hurtful)?
Or spend our lives to replace the emptiness

That same ceiling is farther than I remember
And that makes me tremble

We’re lost in the walls of our ribs
Sadly staring at the marble floor where our bodies lay forgotten
Even though everyone is there

Won’t you tell me again, how my heart’s in the right place
When it feels so lost, and my chest feels vacant
So hang a sheet on me, to hide my loneliness
Call me a ghost, because I am transparent

Were we walking in circles (in circles)?
Dead and broken retracing all our steps
Were we meant to be hurtful (hurtful)?
Or spend our lives to replace the emptiness

I wrote this yesterday, it’s called the glorification of the modern day hoe

We celebrate hoes, getting peso’s for taking their clothes off, a blow job

is now an occupation, getting famous is compensation, show your anus and

get further accommodation, nurture our pagan ways, virgins we defer them

and stay way, can’t curve our pervert ways, these are dirty birds of prey,

screw em like we never heard of aids, but the feeling of our sperms to
great,

the amount of hoes is higher than the murder rate, all the current praise

is going to girls who raise their legs in beds in widespreads for magazines,

no celebration of valiant deeds, but to girls who are scantily dressed,

who breathe sex and give head the best with double d breast,

their everywhere in heavy gear, and every year another pair appears,

i give a sneer a jeer when they come near to stardom, tryna blow up but only become stardust