Lyrics Infatuation With A Ghost - P.O.S

Infatuation With A Ghost

It’s one of these things where like, like it was supposed to work
Or you think it’s gonna work
Everything’s according to the fact that it’s definitely gonna work
And it’s like everything’s- everything’s good
And then it’s not good anymore, you know?
I see your face etched in stain glass, angelic
Meant that as measurement
Angelic, fuck you can’t spell it
Close to the heaven when coppin' that droppin flu
Particular like Bob Dylan’s talkin' crew
It’s all pros when shootin'
That’s your speech impediment
Talk in little circles, codes
Until you can gel it, and keep 'em distant
See, you collide with
People, places, villains, keep persistent
Gotta keep the curvage consistent
Got you sayin' smoking regrets
Clingin' to an empty lighter
Burn up all your cigarettes
The tar’ll stay inside your lungs
Pull tighter
It’s got me sickly, give me time, love, trust
And a bouquet and forgive me quickly
So I’m pullin' petals like
She loves me not, she loves me not
She loves me not enough to stop herself
We like it awkward hot
I’m thinkin' stop, thinkin' thoughts
Like this plot thickens (uh-huh)
When she drops a kiss, I pick it up
Like «Hey, I think you lost this, miss»
Got me wishin'
But to you, our silent speech was tongue n' cheek
Makin' true feelings hard to reach from toe n' cheek
From high intensity to barely touch, to barely speak
Speak, please speak, say somethin' monumental
Pretend you- Pretend your kindest words were accidental
Pretend I’m dead, I’ll do the same for you
Lets make a toast to us, infatuation with a ghost
So this is what you look like when you’re not lookin at me
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it’s gone
And insist on the drama, come on
This is what you sound like when we’re not speaking
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it’s gone
And insist on the drama, come on
This is what you look like when we’re not lookin at me
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it’s gone
And insist on the drama, come on
This is what you sound like when we’re not speaking
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it’s gone
And insist on the drama, come on