Talking to Your Ghost

I spent a long night talking to your ghost
Talked myself down, slept in my clothes
Knew my exhausted brain
Would give you shit eitherway
And I’d rather argue alone
See I’ve seen people fall apart
And I know what comes out after dark
It’ll be okay
It always was anyway
But we don’t talk about that anymore
I don’t sleep well ‘cuz I know
I would, I would if I could
Get hold of the itch and scratch to the root
Although I know it’d do me no good
I would, I would
Chewing on misery
What a waste of time and energy
We connected waves in and I’m left waiting for days
Ain’t I so lucky I’ve had all this room to ruminate
But we don’t talk about that anymore
God damn, I hate your answering machine
The words just come out wrong
So I never call ‘cuz I know
I would, I would if I could
Get hold of the itch and scratch to the root
Although I know it’d do me no good
I would, I would
La da da da da da da
Talking to your ghost
I’ve been talking to your ghost
Feels like the world is in decline
I think about it all the time
‘Cuz it’s true
But it’s cool, yeah it’s cool