It’s 3 AM and I’m headed for the trees again Waking up the things you only choose And I’m starting to think that my world is a masochist I wish that I could flip a switch But every part of me is trembling I’m quite the reason burning through my skin And I’m running out of the narrative I’m drowning in Chasing ghosts, I can’t let go Just keep digging up the bones I’m on shallow crevice, keep missing Till each shredder’s on my soul Chasing ghosts