Ghost Video (MV)

I was waiting at the bus stop
Waiting for my bus to stop
But when I held out my hand, it wouldn't slow down
Man, it wouldn't slow down

I was taking it easy
Then easy overtook me
And left me for dead, oh the voice in my head
Is filled with regret, with regret, with regret

Now Monday's looking so miserable
Maybe Tuesday is too
You're talking to yourself in the mirror
Asking "what can I do?"
And your friends won't pick up the telephone
Even the ones you held close
And when the automatic door won't open for you
You feel like a ghost

I was standing at the terminal
For 5, 6, 17 hours
Waiting for my plane but my plane never came
My plane never came

So then I screamed into the system
But the system was broken
I tried to take it up with the authorities
But the authorities wouldn't listen to me, no no

And Monday's looking so miserable
Maybe Tuesday is too
You're talking to yourself in the mirror
Asking "what can I do?"
And your friends won't pick up the telephone
Even the ones you held close
And when the automatic door won't open for you
You feel like a ghost

Saturday's looking so lonely
Seems like Sunday is too
You're talking to yourself in the mirror
Asking "what can I do?"
And your friends won't pick up the telephone
Even the ones you thought were true
Well some days you just feel shit about the world
And the world feels shit about you