Haunted

I couldn't have been the golden boy

OD next to my wife

Who doesn’t care that I died

I’m searching for the answers to

My whole ******* life in a computer and mic

It always had to be this way

But I just want to remember

That every time I feel afraid

My other option was never any more than fading out

So grieve the old and let me go

Fall right back to you

How can not enough for me

Be everything for you

Turn off the radio

Stop the car on the side of the highway

It’s 4 am and the winds feel cold

Why are you standing out in it anyway anyway, yeah

So grieve the old and let me go

Fall right back to you

How can not enough for me

Be everything for you

And I feel you I feel you

But I can’t

I feel you and I feel you

But I can’t