Ghosts

I'm an addicted romantic
I can feel the pins and needles
Up my back, up my back
I'm consistently tragic
I can't touch you
If you fading and out like that
I want you back
'Cause it brings me down
Like I've been hurt
All the things I saw from death
All the weeks I won't forget
You come home like a landslide
I can feel the pins and needles
Sleep, turn back, heart turned black
I'm particularly fragile
If my head exploded
Would you put up with that?
Don't do that
'Cause it brings me down
Like you've been hurt
All the things I saw from death
All the weeks I won't forget
'Cause it brings me down
Like you've been hurt
All the things I won't forget
All the weeks I saw your face
(Death?)