I'm worn down to my last few layers
on my last eulogies and prayers now
i'm trying to forget my thinking
just you and i, my shallow breathing now
that weight that i'm never without
alone with my doubts
these old ghosts that haunt me are rattling their chains
in rhythm and time with my pain
i block outside contact, no making amends
the truth is i could use a friend
maybe inside i'm still that kid in his headphones sometimes
running to hide like that kid in his headphones just longing to find a way home
these old ghosts that haunt me are rattling their chains
in rhythm and time with my pain
the noise sometimes broken by melodies shared
and maybe you're listening somewhere