Hotel Books Ghosts Can T Love Part I Lyrics
Ghosts Can't Love (Part I) by Hotel Books
What's the point?
Can your so-called honesty predict revelations?
This trigonometry repeals all my innovation
The angles set had no equation
A triangle makes sense, but our parallel lines never intersected
Our love was a geometric oddity at best
Something we would hate to love, but yearn to detest
I hoped it wouldn't last, but I never wanted it to end
Hopefulness came in a pretty package
And, oh my gosh, I wanted to open it
You were like a letter sent to me from the world
And one of these days, I'm going to see what it holds
I can just imagine the stress being torn open with that envelope
But if you can hear me, next time, send a postcard
Something that doesn't need to be concealed
So I can see your words for face value
Scribbled out on the back of a place I wish I was with you
'Cause hopefulness was still in the cards
And I fought the fact that it was going to be hard
But I never was superstitious enough to believe in fate anyway
Or luck, for that matter
Or hope, I suppose
Disappointment has become a revolving door
You never ripped out my heart, but you ripped out my core
I remember that night, that minute
You said, "No one you can ever replace you."
Well, darling, somebody's bound to
And when you walked away
I found a different suitor to take your place
Her name is Loneliness and she kept me comfortable
She often speaks, but she's not very audible
Her voice sounds like a windowsill cracking
Sometimes a door blowing open, dancing with the breeze
As I'm falling on my knees, broken
But when she usually speaks
She comes to me as a ghost
Putting coals on my back as I sleep
Burning holes in my flesh as I try to dream
Warming up my spine and making me afraid of the heat
And that's a ghost I want to be
I was dead-set on a dead bet that put all hope to bed
Revenge, or just to avenge the half-baked love
That burnt at both ends
Pretend? No, but still not real
If love exists, then I guess it doesn't know how to feel
How can I show love to her when I can't feel it?
How am I supposed to show love to the world when I don't believe in it?
I don't know what love looks like, as I close my eyes every night
I'm ready to breathe, I'm ready to believe, and I'm ready to be alive
Just show me what love looks like
Just show me what love looks like
Because you are love, and I'm alive
Can your so-called honesty predict revelations?
This trigonometry repeals all my innovation
The angles set had no equation
A triangle makes sense, but our parallel lines never intersected
Our love was a geometric oddity at best
Something we would hate to love, but yearn to detest
I hoped it wouldn't last, but I never wanted it to end
Hopefulness came in a pretty package
And, oh my gosh, I wanted to open it
You were like a letter sent to me from the world
And one of these days, I'm going to see what it holds
I can just imagine the stress being torn open with that envelope
But if you can hear me, next time, send a postcard
Something that doesn't need to be concealed
So I can see your words for face value
Scribbled out on the back of a place I wish I was with you
'Cause hopefulness was still in the cards
And I fought the fact that it was going to be hard
But I never was superstitious enough to believe in fate anyway
Or luck, for that matter
Or hope, I suppose
Disappointment has become a revolving door
You never ripped out my heart, but you ripped out my core
I remember that night, that minute
You said, "No one you can ever replace you."
Well, darling, somebody's bound to
And when you walked away
I found a different suitor to take your place
Her name is Loneliness and she kept me comfortable
She often speaks, but she's not very audible
Her voice sounds like a windowsill cracking
Sometimes a door blowing open, dancing with the breeze
As I'm falling on my knees, broken
But when she usually speaks
She comes to me as a ghost
Putting coals on my back as I sleep
Burning holes in my flesh as I try to dream
Warming up my spine and making me afraid of the heat
And that's a ghost I want to be
I was dead-set on a dead bet that put all hope to bed
Revenge, or just to avenge the half-baked love
That burnt at both ends
Pretend? No, but still not real
If love exists, then I guess it doesn't know how to feel
How can I show love to her when I can't feel it?
How am I supposed to show love to the world when I don't believe in it?
I don't know what love looks like, as I close my eyes every night
I'm ready to breathe, I'm ready to believe, and I'm ready to be alive
Just show me what love looks like
Just show me what love looks like
Because you are love, and I'm alive