Adam Parrish

[chiseler]

I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me
and I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me
There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep
Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks with my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet

Comments

[chiseler]

[He tilts his head almost lovingly into Adam's hand, comfortable here and strangely okay talking about something like this.]

Yes. To all of that. I don't want to think there isn't a way to fix things because that would mean accepting that I failed. I'm not too good at that. But sometimes I wonder if fixing things also counts for me still being in the picture.