West Ghost

Kissed my mother on the cheek Told her that her baby girl’d be back in like about week But just a week turned into months And pretty quickly I was living in a city Full of subway trains and doped up veins, it hit me See the days I was faded on a front porch breathing in the mission air That’s what I long for Sometimes I’m homesick wishing I had never left at all Racing through my mind the numbers I got left to call Gone for a minute I was on tour, still the kids on divis smoking kron 4 Ahhh and now I barely have the lungs for it But you can tell me when to go, I still go dumb for it And even six drinks in 5 am In Brooklyn what the fuck you think I’m thinking? Remember back no real plans All I did was dumb shit with my real friends Seems like all I do is work and then go out & party Feel it tugging on my shirt a constant sense of heartache Just been kicking up the dirt on the road this year In my new home, but I barely know it here See things used to be simple Kinda like my life was written all up in pencil But now it’s spilling everywhere in permanent ink Climbing up high but sometimes it’s harder to breathe Ah don’t get me wrong I like New York I like to stay up fucking late I like to sleep on random floors I like the feeling that it’s cold as hell, that I really am alive Had a dream that I could make it, swear to god I really might It’s just well I’m missing home Friday night wonder where my friends have gone Probably out to the old spot Did they forget about me, well I hope not