I found a ghost sleeping in my bed
I watched origami flowers wilt
The bitterness of the last kiss
Well it tastes just like regret
Like pepper and milk
I've got it written on my wrists that your never coming home
Three letters, I stare, until it kills the hope
And every night, I cave and say a little prayer
To a god that doesn't hear it, give a fuck, or just ain't there
You gave it up when your golden boy began to rust
You walked away and let brick and bone turn to dust
You left behind failing organs and an empty husk
You made good on the promise of the love and lost
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I'm a sucker for lyrics. This song is a beautiful sadness to end a summer with. I love every track on this album but this one is comfortable to me, for better or worse. It captures a feeling I think unfortunately most of us have felt. Surf Curse's whole sound reminds me of loss and no more so then here. logansaxby