Here in the dark
noone knows what I'm breaking
and often times
thinking of what I'm needing
If I could do without wanting more of this feeling
maybe then I won't think of you and what it's taking
I have a way of fucking up all that I'm given
and when I'm brave enough
I think of ways to help me make it
If I wanted to I'd crawl into
but my memory's fading...Im the ghostfish
and I need something to crawl inside
and leave me bleeding
Cos I've had enough of being sick of this inside me
This fucking waste of a life leaves me waiting...I'm the ghostfish