When I think of the right words
I'll cough them up and spew them out
Gather up the fears from 26 years
Of all that I can't live without
I think of ghosts so lost and crossing paths
Obsessed with firsts but settle for lasts
We had our routines, days, nights, laughs
Familiar arms where troubles cast
I'm fine now but it's in the post
I know that's when I'll need you most
It's like it can see when you're not here
Just tell me that I'm a f*cking joke
When you think of the right words
Cough them up and spit them out
Gather up the fears from 19 years
Of being told what you will live without