Holy ghosts and talk show hosts Tell the story the story well Tell the story well This time I'm just to lazy to finish my thoughts So I close my eyes So I don't have to watch Myself slip away It's like a day dream I can't complain I lose my mind on an airplane Spread my ashes in the nearest town On the windiest day They won't hit the ground I finished last on the coldest day I break my heart every single day Holy ghosts and talk show hosts Tell the stories well I can't complain