Ghosts

Sometimes I cry when I do the dishes
I'm ambitious but you are malicious
You suck the life out of me
Why couldn't you just let it be

You called me a psychopath
You created the aftermath
You held a gun to my head
And watched as I bled and I bled and I bled

Does it all define me
These ghosts that guide me
The trauma that keeps me company
So I can come up with melodies

I have absolutely no conflict resolution skills
When I think about you I get chills
All the way down my spine
I get flashbacks
God I'm so not fine

You yelled
You gave me hell
I walked on eggshells
Little do you know
How much I dwell
On everything that happened those nights
Those sleepless nights and endless fights

They say your childhood defines you
I used to think
I'd never make it through

Does it all define me
These ghosts that guide me
The trauma that keeps me company
So I can come up with melodies

The memories may follow you around
But one day they'll teach you things profound
Here I am writing this to you
Whoever you are I promise you'll make it through

Does it all define me
These ghosts that guide me
The trauma that keeps me company
So I can come up with melodies