Less Art Wandering Ghost Lyrics

Okay
These clean sheets are soaked in wet dreams
Stains as markers while I hold my position
Poison habits create numbing routine
Providing comfort while offering defeat
Have I ever been more than a crush?
A scapegoat for the bored or unloved?
Well, I grew feathers when I shaved my head
Choked on the fumes from the fire and flesh

I'm sick, I'm sick from addiction
And I'm afraid, I'm afraid to love
I'll never know how much I mean to anyone
Still I scream, I scream and I reach
With my claws, my talons, my teeth
Ruined voice, blood from my mouth
From where the words used to come out

You see
There's something inside of me
My fear of death, a defense mechanism
Doubt gnawing at me like a nervous reaction
I am the protester's burning body
I am patiently waiting in place
I just need to know, before I'm a wandering ghost

I'm sick, I'm sick from addiction
And I'm afraid, I'm afraid to love
I”ll never know how much I mean to anyone
Still I scream, I scream and I reach
With my claws, my talons, my teeth
Anything to keep it together
Reborn from death to become the fire
I avoided growing closer
I don't want to miss growing old
The cliche of drifting apart
Desperate and alone
Cause I'm sick, I'm sick from addiction
And I'm afraid, I'm afraid to love
I”ll never know how much I mean to anyone

Since we're born
We're built to die
So let us move away
And die of old age
With our dogs
I just want to get past
Past all the shit
That gets in the way
So, where can we go?
Will we ever be
Who we really wanted to be?