The Trick Is To Keep Living

ive been writing all these songs about a girl i never loved, remember that day oh so clearly visited john in the cemetery sweaty palms and broken hearts, and long walks in the park. this wont work out where the words right from her mouth i cant chase the ghost away day after day i cant chase the fucking ghost away fuck this shit up i want this to stop to never again hear the alarm clock to never again hear your voice was this the way you wanted it to be living life without me you're fucking pathetic i never had a way with words but you always had a way with yours in april showers under city centre clock towers at sunrise i sat at you're door asking for more So sick of fucking pretending, That this year might have a happy ending, i gave you my heart its all i had to give from the start now you are slamming doors in my face and im irate where were you the day she fucking died