P.O.S. - Infatuation With A Ghost lyrics

(Owwww! Haha)

It's one of these things where like
Like it was supposed to work
Or you think it's gonna work
Everything's according to the fact that
It's definitely gonna work
And it's like everything's- everything's good
And then it's not good anymore, you know?

I see your face etched in stain glass
Angelic meant that as measurement
Angelic, fuck you can't spell it
Close to the heaven when
Coppin' that droppin flu
Particular like Bob Dylan's talkin' crew
It's all pros when shootin'
That's your speech impediment
Talk in little circles, codes
Until you can gel it, and keep 'em distant

See, you collide with
People, places, villains, keep persistent
Gotta keep the curvage consistent
Got you sayin' smoking regrets
Clingin' to an empty lighter
Burn up all your cigarettes
The tar'll stay inside your lungs
Pull tighter
It's got me sickly, give me time, love, trust
And a bouquet and forgive me quickly

So I'm pullin' petals like
She loves me not, she loves me not
She loves me not enough to stop herself
We like it awkward hot
I'm thinkin' stop, thinkin' thoughts
Like this plot thickens (uh huh)

When she drops a kiss, I pick it up
Like "Hey, I think you lost this, miss"
Got me wishin' but to you
Our silent speech was tongue n' cheek
Makin' true feelings hard to reach
From toe n' cheek
From high intensity to barely touch
To barely speak

Speak, please, speak
Say somethin' monumental
Pretend you- Pretend your kindest
Words were accidental
Pretend I'm dead, I'll do the same for you
Let's make a toast to us
Infatuation with a ghost

So this is what you look like
When you're not lookin at me
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it's gone
And insist on the drama, come on

This is what you sound like
When we're not speaking
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it's gone
And insist on the drama, come on

This is what you look like when
We're not lookin at me
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it's gone
And insist on the drama, come on

This is what you sound like
When we're not speaking
You push it 'till you push it away
And your pissed when it's gone
And insist on the drama, come on