[Lyric] Pictures of Dead Friends (Codex Obscura)

You are nothing but a fucking apparition
In the background of an old photograph
Shaken up and every little bit of anger
Feels like a grain of sand
Sitting up straight hurts
Open a window
The fresh air is choking me to death
And I can't stand the wind
When it tells me again that i'm alive

Where are you now?
Buried up to your neck in salt
Those faces won't look the same
When the withered skin starts to peel away

I have no one to hold now
You have no eyes to see me anymore

Perfect people
Perfect heartache
I feel it
Not a headache
A fucking disaster
Now I can't stop thinking about you these days
Now I can't stop looking at pictures of dead friends
Like they are still here
Heavy handed
Sentimental sometimes
Maybe it's best for me that you're gone now
Forever