Ghost Type - Glass Lyrics

Swing for the f*cking fences
Sick of sticking to the f*cking benches
Growing up, they forgot to mention
Never drop your guard, gotta stay defensive
In my later years, getting apprehensive
Every day growing more calm and pensive
What's the cost? Life is so expensive
Constantly breaking glass and friendships

This has been a lot like stained glass paintings
Standing still when it's hurricane raining
Dangerous pace, and the shits still gaining
Guess my gaze, left my motor skills waiting
Wait, wait, wait can you please explain?
How we wound up here on the window pane
Thought I left it all in the hammer lane
Check the rear view, wait, why's it here again?

Participatory in categorical defeat
This is the story of historical repeat
Physics just bore me when it's clinical and neat
Here is the storm, look out, could get deep
Like a hole, in the ground, two by six feet
Fall on a sword, to the tang, like Trixie
Narrator, where's my mind, like pixies?
Light another cig, stop, cant quit these

Is the tunnel where the light ends?
Why wait for thunder? I saw the lightning?
Ghost Type kid, life is frightening
When ghosts come by, do I fight them?
It might be nice, if I invite in
Can't get high, my lungs are tightening

(Is this the tunnel where the light ends?)

Ghost Type kid, life is frightening

(Why wait for thunder? I saw the lightning)

Can't get high, my lungs are tightening

Swing for the f*cking fences
Sick of sticking to the f*cking benches
Growing up, they forgot to mention
Never drop your guard, gotta stay defensive
In my later years, getting apprehensive
Every day growing more calm and pensive
What's the cost? Life is so expensive
Constantly breaking glass and friendships

My heart beat sounds a lot like gun clicks
Rate so low, can't hardly function
Can't quite seem to find the gumption
Can't be right, someone's up to something
If this ain't it, what'd you want then?
Not my fault, you hate the way the world spins
Got more hands, than I count wins
But I'll hang on, kinda like a door hinge
Why lie, kinda like the way floor hits
What if I can't write the chorus?
Whole life blind, now i see its gorgeous
What's the price? Surely can't afford this
Pay day ain't been same way these days
Bills keep piling, and the taxes filing
Big break can't wait need to be great
But I'm stuck in neutral while life goes by me