Ghosts

It was different when you didn't call
The city, it burned
The city, it burned down like they were cardboard forts
I said, "ain't it kind of funny
how we still don't like the bed we're sleeping in
Or the town where we reside?"
We're 21, you know
If we wanted it, we would have control
I think you kissed me then
Took both my shaking hands
Said, "if it kills us
We'll go down the sweetest ghosts in this whole town"
Ain't it funny how we used to sleep?
The market dove
Our parents started wars as we were counting sheep
Fast asleep
I said, "ain't it kind of funny
How we still can't stand the mannerisms
That we have always fucking had?
We're twenty-something now
They're still following us around somehow"
I think you kissed me then
Took both my shaking hands
Said, "if it kills us
We'll go down the sweetest ghosts
In this whole town"
Waking up in the cold, selling out
Going home, getting high on the floor
For the hell of it
If it kills us
We'll go down the sweetest ghosts in this whole town
But if it kills us, we'll go down
Ain't it kind of funny how we're still so mad?
They built this city, now watch it fall on their command
But if it kills us, we'll go down
The sweetest ghosts in this whole town
Waking up in the cold, selling out
Going home, getting high on the floor
For the hell of it
If it kills us
We'll go down the sweetest ghosts
In this whole town
The sweetest ghosts in this whole town