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letra de somebody's ghost - p. walsh

[verse 1: p. walsh]
it’s ironic how jake rhymes with snake
hiss from a pig heard when the squealing’s fake
raising up the stakes when i’m dealing with the mics
dispenser of the lies couldn’t always get me high
and you’re far from right, you’re the opposite of mennonites
a gymnast with the truth, some men in tights
doing dirt like i’m sitting in a crypt
skulls and bones around now i’m sprinting with a splint (yeah)
back in california, i was quaking with the earth
wish in ‘95 that my mom was faking birth
actions so precise, slash me like x-acto knives
attacking me in fights, extracting all my strife
affection in thе day, but you wear a mask at night
inflections in my voice makе it feathery and light
infection from your spite detected in my lungs (in my lungs)
it’s funny how i worry when i did nothing wrong (wrong)

[hook 1: p. walsh]
it’s funny how i worry when i did nothing wrong (x4)

[verse 2: p. walsh]
and of course, a year later, the sky’s still pink
and the molecules colluded for a universal link
my attitude is rude, mood is sentenced to the clink
i try to make connections, confidence the missing link
got a pessimistic mind with an optimistic heart
i’ve been wrestling with memories, the convoluted part
had a complicated start, happy middle, sad depart (yeah)
as the story goes, the door was closed, i left my mark
but that last glance back, that k!lled me the most
held that handle in my grasp, felt the rasp in my throat
steadfast but alas, battered, shattered, tattered, broke
stood in silence for a moment, worked the details over slow
the saddest part is that my only choice was go
all my options down to one, caught my caution in the gust
i pass old locations, no passenger, alone
it turns out everybody’s somebody’s ghost
[hook 2: p. walsh]
it turns out everybody’s somebody’s ghost (x3)
it turns out… that i’m somebody’s ghost whoa

- p walsh

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