Future Ghosts It Was The Pilot lyrics

ou were the one
I didn't notice

Catching me all tied up, full of creases

And I will not speak, I will not keep, I am uneven

Feeling out of your reach

Touching all these daughters on weekends


You are those pauses I miss

Somebody's stealing my part of your veil

What a shock, I'm pointless



Keep eating out of your hands

Bleeding the whole night kept my plans

All the fasts are over now

It's not your love I'm around, it's all your enemies

Kept eating all of her friends

Needing a full life, more revenge
All the fasts are over now

It's not your love that I found


You filled your cup

And that wine made me foolish

But sweet and cheap, I've met your taste

And my care is less frequent

You know I am no sheath, just a new thief, I have no reasons

Bending out of your reach, feeding only

My thoughts when I'm weakened



You are the trouble I've missed
It isn't really that dark of a veil

Put it on, I'm helpless