[Lyric] Ghosting (Mark Schwaber)

Soft blue light of Christmas calls
Knocks me down and breaks my fall
And saves me from the drug I'm on
That's preying on my nights

And in a way it makes such sense
That you forgave what I forget
But something's lurking under this
That's better left unnsaid

And you can see the sobering
That's making all new enemies
And God I lie awake at night
Hoping that I'm wrong

Porous pools of alcohol
My eyes should have been telling all
I disconnect and try to fall
Away from everything

And after all this contact high
Mesmerized to terrified
Of what you seek and what I hide
I've poisoned evеrything
But I still find you ghosting
Haunting all the air I breathe
I swеar to God I hope I'm wrong
God I hope I'm wrong

God I hope I'm wrong
God I hope I'm wrong
God I hope I'm wrong