Haunted
We made a promise that we couldn't keep
And now it's haunting me in my sleep
Does it hurt you now to think about
All the plans we left behind
While you were off searching for
Something you could never find?
I can't seem to stay in line
Without a constant distraction
But darling I am miserable
In typical fashion
These empty parking lots
Keep us miles apart
What better place to walk around
Than with these fucking shopping carts?
I can't seem to stay in line
Without a constant distraction
But darling I am miserable
In typical fashion
We made a promise that we couldn't keep
And now it's haunting me in my sleep
I can't seem to stay in line
Without a constant distraction
But darling I am miserable
In typical fashion
Writer/s: Noah Sullivan, Rob Lenza
