| Black dogs barking at the door downstairs, | |
| Steamy *bowl of* water permeates the air, | |
| Fridge magnets, mispronouncing foreign words, | |
| Memories that hurt. | |
| Ripped up pillows symbolize who owns the room, | |
| Walls unfinished, lost the artists touch, | |
| Every little thing we did just came too soon, | |
| I'm missing you so much. | |
| Play with me and you'll get burned for sure, | |
| So many *days* of feeling insecure. | |
| Exit Ghost, dim the lights down low, | |
| Will we find what's deep inside? I don't know, | |
| Exit Ghost, I can see your soul, | |
| Isolated, Contemplated, | |
| Will we still remain? I don't know. | |
| Red *crested cranes*, engraved on your chest, | |
| I tried to fit into your heart, uninvited guest, | |
| *I let* true love run right through my finger tips, | |
| Conversations *into mud*. | |
| Fall asleep next to the *lit up* screams, | |
| A thousand miles away, one pillow shared, | |
| Hell fire never, ever felt so sweet, | |
| Now all I am is scared. | |
| Play with fire *we'll get burned for sure*, | |
| *all these embers, feeling insecure*. | |
| Exit Ghost, dim the lights down low, | |
| Will we find what's deep inside? I don't know, | |
| Exit Ghost, I can see your soul, | |
| Forgive me that we've failed, | |
| Will we still remain? I don't know. | |
| Exit Ghost, dim the lights down low, | |
| Will we find what's deep inside? I don't know, | |
| Exit Ghost, I can see your soul, | |
| Isolated, Contemplated, | |
| Will we still remain? I don't know. |