there must be red paint on the walls. because i've cussed you out again. the fire behind your eyes burns in your fingers. and i felt the warmth on my face. there had to be poison in the water. when i told you to go to hell. this city has had its way with you for the last time baby. and i heard from a friend through a friend. that you're losing your mind again. but you're not here and i'm screaming at a blank wall. do i deserve these ghost legs. just like a soldier. they're my spoils of war. and i'll write as many songs as i want to. about what i've done. where i've been. who i've loved. and what i've been through. all that i've been through. there's something peculiar about the weather. it's fall all year 'round here. because you're making and breaking and staking and faking your claims. so much for the disappearing act. do i deserve these ghost legs. just like a soldier. they're my spoils of war. you know it. we blew it. you're giving up. i'm giving out. erasing. replacing. my ghost legs are feeling numb.
Lyrics submitted by xSadderStarx