To The Wolves Lyrics & Chords By Ghosts And Me

I hear the wolves, they starve, they scratch at my door
They feed on my scars but it's never enough for them
What do you want from me? Do you want me to rattle these chains and to moan like a ghost?
If I slit my wrists will genetics go along with the blood?
This sadness spreads like a cancer and with every heartbeat it's getting further
We're all drama queens, we're sundance movies, we're the sad face you make with keyboards
We're heart sick fools
We collect bad memories we won't let go, no…
Let's throw the guilt and shame where wolves can't reach them, so they may starve to death…
But you're not that heartless are you?
We're all drama queens, we're sundance movies, we're the sad face you make with keyboards
We're heart sick fools
We collect bad memories we won't let go, no, we're delusional about the past, we're architects of lies
(We're drama queens, we're oceans of tears
We're all drama queens, we're desperate for grief)
I hear the wolves, the howl and scratch at my door
They feed on my scars. No dinner tonight.