You treat me like I'm just a ghost that you live with.
You're the one with the short fuse, but I'm burning at both ends.
You're the one who's there to check me.
My gut feelings got the best of me.
You're a disappointment, that's for sure,
Unless you're standing next to me.
Such a fragile state of mind,
I couldn't see the lack of foundation in time.
Tell me how I missed all of those signs.
I'd put money down you'll try to feed me one more perfect line.
I'm already on the borderline.
When the thought of me gone is all that you're left hanging on,
You need a new distraction, start looking for direction.
I tried my best and that's the thanks I get.
Because you're living your whole life as if I were dead.
I'm sick of how you undermine everything I say,
And the condensing lines.
Tell me how I missed the slow decline.
I'd put money down you'll try, to find a way to keep me in line.
I'm so tired of the storyline.
When the thought of me gone is all that you're left hanging on,
You need a new distraction, start looking for direction.
I tried my best and that's the thanks I get.
Because you're living your whole life as if I were dead.
When the thought of me gone is all that you're left hanging on,
You need a new distraction, start looking for direction.
I tried my best and that's the thanks I get.
Because you're living your whole life as if I were dead.