I'll be the one to let this roof cave in on me
Buried in this house, this wooden graveyard by the sea
We push away our families to understand our needs
The love and all the hate I used to hold in front of me

Restless nights, all dizzy spells, all sand between my sheets
Showing signs of thirst like dried out boardwalk-blistered feet
And now I know I never knew about you, only me
We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat

But we could work, try to live and get by
To make our family in a second-floor apartment
Standing on a threshold, body out and flesh cold
Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost

Try to breathe, to flex and release
To cry and work out with the underrate apartment
Moments are a lifetime
Nothing in a straight line
This will take a little while just to shake things off

Down by water's edge, under the dying tree
I let my body slip, something inside of me
But when I came around some kind of murky face
I don't ever want to be alone like this

And I will tuck into you like I always long to be
Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree
Oh it was you who knew me first, saw this wasn't meant for kids like me
Some brutal natural force we only feel we never see

But as you grip the tide, you blundered aside
Your heads got smaller until they vanished into silence
Sinking in a white foam, running to a new home
We can only understand the things we see

You cease, desist, and leave me like this
The eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights
Standing on a threshold, body out and flesh cold
I don't ever want to be alone like this, no

I have no choice but to be vicious on my feet
I never sleep, I never eat
I am learning how to be lost completely
I want to be found, be craved like things we push away
These patterns cut like every day
I need you to reach, I need you to need me

Down by water's edge, under a dying tree
I let my body slip, something inside of me
But when I came around some kind of murky face
Shaking my bones, put me back in my place

I don't ever want to be alone like this
Haunted by the presence of the things I miss
I don't ever want to be alone like this
Haunted by the presence of the things I miss

I am becoming a ghost of myself
Oh I am becoming a ghost of myself
Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell
No, I am becoming a ghost of myself