SOCIAL PAGES - Ghost Songs


What fresh hell is this? 
A lovin' shiver a lonesome bliss
Dancin' 'round the tragedy
Let this be the depths of this thing please

For all this rustic charm, bullshit and smoke alarms
Could I be anything to you?
Keep my distance serve my penance with a grin
And so it begins...
I can't believe that she’s goin' out with him
I can't believe that she’s goin' out with him

I've spied you from afar like watchin' people singin' in cars
When they're all alone
Don't you dare go fix that tooth it'll be the makings of you


And with a mind distracted as mine, a curse is a valentine
And with all the news that fits
I'm the social pages the high not the cravings oh
It can't be true
I can't believe that she's goin' out with him
I can't believe that she's goin' out with him

Oh no, it can't be true, it can't be those two...

What fresh hell is this (answer my prayer)