Bouquet Of Lies (Ghost In Apt. 8) (feat. Nikki Reed)

A ghost in apartment eight
She likes to stay up late
And she keeps my back against the wall
If only she talked to me
Like the way that she quietly please
In a sequin dress with her high heels on, oh yeah

If I can get some sleep tonight
Then maybe I can make things right
And I wouldn't be living with all your ghosts
If only I could shake my head
And forget all the things that you said
Then maybe I'd feel better about lettin' you go

You got me fallin' apart
You got me fallin' apart

The ghost on First Avenue
She never sings in tune
She keeps my head up in the clouds
If only she stayed up late
Like the things in apartment eight
Then maybe I could let go of all these sounds

If I could get some sleep tonight
Then maybe I could make things right
And I wouldn't be livin' with all your ghosts
If only I could shake my head
And forget all the things that you said
Then maybe I'd feel better about lettin' you go

You got me fallin' apart
You got me fallin' apart

And I can't keep on
Livin' with all the lights on
And I can't move on
I've been spendin all my time alone
Oh yeah

Take me down to the riverside
And walk with me to the bright city lights
And we're not too close
'Cause I'm still afraid of all the times
That you ran away and left me
With a bent up bouquet of lies

You got me fallin' apart
You got me fallin' apart
You got me fallin' apart
Fallin' apart