phantoms
these ghosts are holding me for ransom
oh tell me what did I do?
why are you pulling me backwards?
overgrown
you cut me right back down to size
god is this where we all die?
right back here watching
boys on their bikes with their sunburnt arms and chains
I wanted to start over, tell me why it feels the same?
the postcard towns are the heaviest, you know
and I won’t go down that never-ending road
like I never left
at square one again
sweet home, blue sky
no money, so much for paradise
so we join the living dead
heartaches
the same old misery as always
god damn you never complained,
why did you smile for the pictures?
holidays
right where we had our darkest hours
we get concrete and they get flowers
just keep on walking
dual carriageways past the roadkill and the rot
I only wanted magic and this shit is all I got
the postcard towns really beat us down, you know
didn’t wanna go down that never-ending road
like I never left
at square one again
sweet home blue sky, no money
fuck your paradise
and so we join the living dead
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