Bouquet of Lies (Ghost in Apt. 8) - Paul McDonald, Nikki Reed

A ghost in apartment eight

She likes to stay up late

And she keeps my back up against the wall

If only she talked to me

Like the way that she quietly

In a sequin dress with her high heels on

Oh yeah

If I can get some sleep tonight

Then maybe I can make things right

And I wouldn’t be living with all your ghosts

If only I could shake my head

And forget all the things that you said

Then maybe I’d feel better about lettin' you go.

You got me fallin' apart

You got me fallin' apart

Almost every afternoon?

She never sings in tune

She keeps my head up in the clouds

If only she stayed up late

Like the things in apartment eight

Then maybe I could let go of all these sounds

If I could get some sleep tonight

Then maybe I could make things right

And I wouldn’t be livin' with all your ghosts

If only I could shake my head

And forget all the things that you said

Then maybe I’d feel better about lettin' you go

You got me fallin' apart

You got me fallin' apart

And I can’t keep on livin' with all the lights on

And I can’t move on

I’ve been spendin all my time alone

Oh yeah

Take me down to the riverside

And walk with me to the bright city lights

And we’re not too close

Cause I’m still afraid of all the times

That you ran away &left me

With a bent up?

bouquet of lies

You got me fallin' apart

You got me fallin' apart

You got me fallin' apart

Fallin' apart