Lost Weekend - Ghosts

feeling like I know the words
to a song I haven't wrote
like I know the sound
to a voice I haven't heard

another drink or two, my dear
i'd drink the whole menu
for you, if only for you
yeah, what I wouldn't do

and one day when you
realize the shit you
left me in I hope it churns inside your shameless gut

and when I make it
you'll grin and bear it
i'm sorry baby but this train don't wait for anyone

yeah, I want my vinyls back
what of my pride you might've kept
i won't wait by the phone
i've gotten good at being alone

won't be the fool who
writes songs about you
the abandoned heroine
the luckless harlequin
won't be expecting
a happy ending with you