NorCal • Sober from booze since 3/1/23
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush, it’s killing you
Screaming at the sun you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Super paradise I held onto
But, I settle for a ghost
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush, it’s killing you
Screaming at the sun you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Super paradise I held onto
But, I settle for a ghost