Gengar! Gengar! Gengar! کے بول

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