Built to Fail

The ghost you left is still inside me
It pulls me out of every meeting
In the pouring rain, I get so lovesick
A ten-mile stare back to your bed

Every time you call, I'm awake
Keep me still, but don't make me wake
Take me home back then in the past
This goodnight could be the last

You were the first to drink me under
We threw down hard and talked till morning
I left town young and left you back
A loaded gun, a broken passion

Every time you call, I'm awakе
Keep me still, but don't make me wakе
Take me home back then in the past
This goodnight could be the last

Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on

The ghost you left is still inside me
And it pulls me out of every meeting

Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on, year on
Year on