Chasing silver-linings in my dreams Happiness tastes so bittersweet But it means nothing to me It comes in waves Misery always gets the best of me Substance divides and takes Wishful thinking never brought me better days It repeats and replays Spent a life time retracing outlines of the mistakes I've made A sickness lingers but I still feel empty the same (I still feel empty the same) Holy Ghost my lonesome host Sing me to sleep with your songs of misery Holy Ghost my cancerous home Let my soul decay i'll give it all away I'll always reap what I've sown I'll always reap what I've sown How many times can I bury these ghosts? It always takes, takes, takes Dead history repeats and replays An absence of heart always gets the best of me It always takes, takes takes Dead history repeats and replays Wishful thinking never brought me better days Chasing silver-linings in my dreams Happiness tastes so bittersweet but it means nothing to me Chasing silver-linings in my dreams Happiness tastes so bittersweet but it means nothing to me I still feel empty the same It's like i'm sinking in my sleep Nothing more than misery could ever mean this much to me (And the permanence of pain haunts so beautifully in my sleep, a picturesque reality of How happiness is always out of reach) Holy Ghost my lonesome host Sing me to sleep with your songs of misery Holy Ghost my cancerous home Let my soul decay I'll give it all away