Jade says I need to burn the hoodies like it's some ritual some offering to the gods of moving on like they're real and would even care about my pathetic little heartbreak in a city full of broken hearts anyway I just want to wrap myself in the cotton of you one more time even if it smells like smoke and regret even if it burns a little going down because at least it feels like something and maybe that's the problem I'm addicted to the feeling even the bad ones. Still wearing your ghost and now i'm trying to set it on fire with gasoline and cheap wine I don't know what I am doing I don't know who I am anymore without you maybe i'm the ghost that needs exorcising.