My hands, feeling worn and real tired
But I can't make it, I can't trace it
Painting pictures to configure

Our hearts stop beating for a second
And you can't fix me, you can't save me
Painting pictures to remember

That I'm a ghost
To your noise
And I can't pick up the clothes
That you left on the floor, it's a mess
This time I'll learn to live without you, in design
And this time I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried to
Find it easier to clear my mind, but lately
Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

These hands, feeling worn and real tired
I can't create it if I fake it
Painting pictures of the skies that were red
When I thought I was dead
Am I feeling more alive now?
Or is this just from the come down?

Yeah, I'm a ghost
To your noise
And I can't pick up the clothes
That you left on the floor, it's a mess
This time I'll learn to live without you, in design
And this time I'll reminisce the old you

After all I've tried to
Find it easier to clear my mind, but lately
Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through
I'll see it through

Yeah, I'm a ghost
To your noise
And I can't pick up the clothes
That you left on the floor

This time I'll learn to live without you, in design
And this time I'll reminisce the old you
After all I've tried to

Find it easier to clear my mind, but lately
Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through
I'll see it through