Ghosts

Me and my friends get together and we talk about it all

Sometimes about school sometimes about the fall

Light a cig take a hit breathe it out and pass it round

Telling all the same old stories till we run them into the ground

Then less and less showed up till the circles full of ghosts

It's a lonely one man party and i guess that i'm the host

Light a cig take a hit hold it in then breathe it out

I still love them and they love me without a doubt