I've been putting up walls but they're made of glass
and loading up on wooden guns
sprinting away from the prospect of living in the past
but armouring myself with nothing at all

I decided the best thing that I could do
is walk around like I'm bulletproof

but my biggest fear, while I stand tall
is that you never loved me at all

this town is filled with our old ghosts
so hit me with another dose

of haunted places with somebody new
nostalgia in my eyes like morning dew

because I hate myself for missing you,
but I really do.