Chasing silver-linings in my dreams
Happiness tastes so bittersweet but it means nothing to me
It comes in waves, misery always get the best of me
Substance divides and takes, wishful thinking never brought me better days
It repeats and replays, spent a life time retracing outlines of the mistakes I've made
A sickness lingers but I still feel empty the same
(I still feel empty the same)
Holy Ghost my lonesome host, sing me to sleep with your songs of misery
Holy Ghost my cancerous home, let my soul decay i’ll give it all away
I'll always reap what I've sown, how many times can I bury these ghosts?
It always takes, takes, takes
Dead history repeats and replays, an absence of heart always gets the best of me
It always takes, takes takes
Dead history repeats and replays, wishful thinking never brought me better days
Chasing silver-linings in my dreams, happiness tastes so bittersweet but it means nothing to me
I still feel empty the same, it’s like i'm sinking in my sleep
Nothing more than misery could ever mean this much to me
And the permanence of pain haunts so beautifully in my sleep, a picturesque reality of how happiness is always out of reach
Holy Ghost my lonesome host, sing me to sleep with your songs of misery
Holy Ghost my cancerous home, let my soul decay I'll give it all away