Here in the dark

noone knows what I'm breaking

and often times

thinking of what I'm needing

If I could do without wanting more of this feeling

maybe then I won't think of you and what it's taking

I have a way of fucking up all that I'm given

and when I'm brave enough

I think of ways to help me make it

If I wanted to I'd crawl into

but my memory's fading...Im the ghostfish

and I need something to crawl inside

and leave me bleeding

Cos I've had enough of being sick of this inside me

This fucking waste of a life leaves me waiting...I'm the ghostfish