Built to Fail

The ghost you left is still inside me It pulls me out of every meeting In the pouring rain, I get so lovesick A ten-mile stare back to your bed Every time you call, I'm awake Keep me still, but don't let me wait Take me home back then in the past This goodnight could be the last You were the first to drink me under We threw down hard and talked 'til morning I left town young and left you back there A loaded gun, a broken passion Every time you call, I'm awakе Keep me still, but don't let me wait Take me home back then in the past This goodnight could be the last Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on The ghost you left is still inside me And it pulls me out of every meeting Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on, year on Year on