Ghost To Coast - Fake Problems

What’d you do when I was gone?

I pretty much just hung around

Did you get any work done?

I said «no, I just hung around…»

I’ve got a lack of motivation, a lapse in ambition

I sit and watch the fire burn and wish I could burn with it

I’ve fallen by the wayside of pretentious young writers

Looking for inspiration in party time liars

What do you do now that I am gone?

I spend most nights alone

Singing songs in my room

And all of them are for you

It’s an awful sinking feeling when your own heart starts stealing

Reason from the mind.

Sometimes I dream of getting in my car

And driving straight through the night

But you can’t force a feeling and you can’t conjure up meaning

Without perhaps believing that you’re good enough

You can’t force the feeling and you can’t conjure up meaning

Without perhaps believing that you’re good enough

You can’t force the feeling and you can’t conjure up meaning

Without perhaps believing that you’re good enough