Curtain Call for a Whispering Ghost
Wished and kisses traipse into traps set by the specters from brand new pasts and you're on your own tomorrow called but you don't pick up the phone cover is blown and all you can hear is the static tone
Weakened flesh and hollow bone nothing left but a sullen pose against the flame you stood too close certain call for a whispering ghost
Fixes and misses ya spoiled the stash open invitations closed casket caste and you're on your own with a heart of coal woke up to sunshine full migraine and veins pumping ice tension wrenches tight everyone knows i'm having myself a good time
Ricochet got it made a legacy parade how come you're always getting caught in the fray, burning ball of flame i make a wish for you to tame all the pangs that threat to main