Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Infatuation With A Ghost, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |