Lyrics
I'm the one with the ghosts in my bed,
I harbor unresolved issues or haunting memories.
but they only come alive at night.
These issues become prominent and impactful during the night.
Stuck in my sheets an accustomed coffin,
Feeling confined and trapped in familiar discomfort.
I swear that I'll be fine,
Despite the struggles, I express confidence that I will be okay.
I'll be fine in the daylight.
I'll manage well in the daylight, suggesting a contrast in emotions.
If I change and I start to fade,
Contemplating a personal transformation leading to fading emotions.
And all the green in my eyes desaturate,
The vibrancy in my eyes diminishes, indicating a loss of vitality.
it's my head not my hear that's strayed.
Emphasizing that my struggles are in my thoughts, not my emotions.
I'm sorry I keep pushing you away.
Apologizing for repeatedly pushing someone away, possibly due to inner turmoil.
You're the one at the foot of my bed trying to keep me alive at night.
Someone close is actively trying to support and keep me emotionally stable.
Using words as a comforter you said, "I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fight."
Using comforting words to prevent conflicts and maintain peace.
But they sink into my skin,
Expressing that negative influences infiltrate my being.
Pushing you out just to make their way in.
Rejecting support to allow negativity to take hold.
I've grown sick of this fight so frequent.
Frustration with the repetitive nature of internal struggles.
If you can't help it then I'll push you away.
Deciding to distance myself if the support is ineffective.
Why can't you stay?
Questioning why the supportive presence can't persist.
I'm up against these things I can't see.
Facing unseen challenges that are incomparable and difficult.
They don't compare.
Challenges faced don't have a parallel, making them unique.
Make me believe, make me believe.
Pleading for belief and reassurance amidst difficulties.
I'm sorry I keep pushing.
Continuing to apologize for pushing others away.
I'm sorry I keep pushing.
Reiterating the pattern of distancing oneself from support.
Now you're up against the ghosts in my head.
Now the supporter is confronted with the same internal struggles.
Why can't you stay?
Repeating the question about the inability to stay and support.
I'm up against these things I can't see.
Facing unseen challenges that are incomparable and difficult (repeated).
They don't compare.
Challenges faced don't have a parallel, making them unique (repeated).
Make me believe, make me believe.
Pleading for belief and reassurance amidst difficulties (repeated).
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