Gengar! Gengar! Gengar! - Dowsing

Onslaught of feelings

My head hits the ceiling

Must be from standing up so tall

I’ll hold my breath until I fall

Rearrange, re-orchestrate the feelings that you bought

You got me, but I don’t think I got you

Ghosts play their part

Dance over graves

Just don’t look at me the same

Because I can’t always change

Stop making sense

The stories were true

I am nothing without you

I can’t control these legs

I think I’ll let them flail

And black out on the corner of Milwaukee

Where the cross streets tend to blur with all the other words

I thought I could make the transfer, but nothing ever came

There are six different paths I can take

Pull my shoulders back and hear them ache

Pull back as far as I can

Hopefully you’ll want me then