Holy ghosts and talk show hosts
tell the story the story well
tell the story well
this time.

I'm just to lazy to finish my thoughts
so I close my eyes
so I don't have to watch
myself slip away.

It's like a day dream
I can't complain
I lose my mind on an airplane.

Spread my ashes in the nearest town
on the windiest day
they won't hit the ground

I finished last on the coldest day
I break my heart every single day.
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts
tell the stories well
I can't complain.