All My Friends Are Ghosts

One lifetime later I remain entrapped
Despite commitments my escapes been mapped
Wasted, nodding on the floor
Exist in circle it’s time I show myself the door
And when you feel alive
You hang out with the dead
You stay here your whole life
No matter what you say
You ask me everyday
If I still feel the same
And I still feel the same I’m falling
One thousand others living just like this
Packing up hastily for momentary bliss
They promise to themselves that they won’t even try to call
Escape this wretched hellhole
Don’t worry they’ll be back next fall
And when you feel alive
You hang out with the dead
You stay here your whole life
No matter what you say
You ask me everyday
If I still feel the same
And I still feel the same I’m falling
Something intangible has got its grasp around this town
It saps your will leaves you addicted to a helpless down
You’ll bitch and moan and never fuck outside established ground
Doomed to play this movie over and over
You’re old and getting older