I am the ghost of a heart and a head in the clouds
I am the ghost of a smile through the holes in my mouth
I am the ghost of a timeline that worked itself out
Now I know nothing but the monsters we make of ourselves

But you paint this picture of life that I'm blind to
There are too many grays I cannot leave behind
I'm not a promising future, I'm only a past
I'm still looking back

They are the faces fit to a mold and remade
They are the big shots and small talks and half-hearted hardly-earned pay
She is the voice that screams, "you'll lose love if you can't escape. "
But I'm losing it already, so there's no difference anyways

But you paint this picture of life that I'm blind to
There are too many grays I cannot leave behind
I'm not a promising future, I'm only a past
I'm still looking back

We are hell-bent and obsessed with ends and beginnings
And we have our hearts set on forgetting everything in between them
But I am only a ghost, and looking back is all that I know

I am not a promising future
But I promise you I'm not a past
So I'll dig up some dirt, and I'll pray for what it's worth that I'm half the man you say I am

I believe in these words, and these words are enough for now
I believe in something
I will not let you down