Stop Talking About Ghosts

Back with the magic Overly dramatic heart-sale that you'd expect Figured guilt must be finite and soon I'll have none left Losing the signal Loose like connections and lost in the studio The hardest part is letting go So good luck to us (Yeah, good luck with that) Memories projected, streets stay haunted We overcrowd the capital We are all ex-lovers together and this is The Swell! We can share spit and a sense of shame Like they're the only two truths we know The hardest part is letting go And I guess I've got some skills Got my poster on her wall So every boy that she brings back will see my best side But you can't use pins in rented rooms, that poster's gonna fall The hardest part is letting go No, the hardest part is saying no And we can share spit and a sense of sham Like they're the only two truths we know The hardest part is letting go No! The hardest part is saying no! So good luck to us (Yeah, good luck with that)