If I sold this guitar and a piece of my heart for you
Would you hop on a bus and leave just because would you

Are these dreams [bad word] from myself

I used to be somebody else
I'm holding out for a good reason
People around me, they all seem to tell me that I tend to change like the seasons
I used to be somebody else

This dream that I chose is too big for us both it's [bad word] It hurts me the most now I feel like a ghost around you

Are these dreams [bad word] from myself

I used to be somebody else
I'm holding out for a good reason
The people around me they all seem to tell me that I tend to change
like the seasons
I used to be somebody else