I will 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 I tried 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 wait and try to live and get by

To make our family in a second-floor apartment

Standing on the threshold, body out and flesh cold

Go ahead and celebrate the things you lost

Try to breathe to flex our wings

To cry out work out what the underrated part meant

Moments are a lifetime

Nothin' in a straight line

This could take a little while to shake things off

Down by the water's edge, under the dying tree

I let my body slip, something outside 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 ought to be

Shadows just a shade of light not darkness in degree

It was you who knew me first

This wasn't meant for kids like me

Some brutal natural force we only feel, we never see

But as you took the tide your brother beside

The heads got smaller till they vanished into silence

Sinking into white foam

Running to a new home

We can only understand the things we see

We cease, desist, and see it like this

The eyes wide open in the beauty of the bright lights

Standing on a threshold body hot 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, we crave the things we push away

These patterns cut like every day

I need you to reach I need you to need me

Down by the water’s edge, under the dying tree

I let my body slip, something outside 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, no

I am becoming the ghost of myself

Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself

Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell

Oh, I am becoming the ghost of myself