rather be a ghost - guccihighwaters, guardin

She said I look upset, but, girl, there’s passion in this frown

'Cause I think I am obsessed with all the love when you’re around

Why they want smoke with me?

Not a stoner

When she’s not here, I’m a loner

She too bad, you can’t clone her

I live for her, I’m a donor

I’d rather be a ghost this season

Disconnected, I don’t like the feeling

Thoughts ricochet with the walls and the ceiling

My chest so tight, I can’t even feel my breathing

I’ll stop breathing

Lie awake in the night, fight the feeling

Fuck love, I’m a mess for a reason

Six feet in the dirt for the season

I don’t like this

Life without the hue of your iris

Erase your face embedded in my eyelids

Patience paints the face of the silent

Sorry, I’m not coming down

Elevated all around

My conscience thinks I’m falling out

Of grip I ripped the bong, and now I’m

Stoned beyond belief I know

I fucked it up, it goes to show

That I get high when I feel low

Please, pick me up and take me home

I’d rather be a ghost this season

Disconnected, I don’t like the feeling

Thoughts ricochet with the walls and the ceiling

My chest so tight, I can’t even feel my breathing