Basement Living from Unstuck by blackbird

I walk in the footsteps of people
Who wandered the snow before me
But my steps never seem to line up properly
Now my feet are cold
And this weather's getting old
The freeze wraps its hands around me

Pale blue in the corner of my window
Bad memories brought up by tree trunks
The old scratchy rug
Songs left unsung
Weird how photos keep falling off the walls

I can't tell if it's me or the ghosts running through the halls
Pale and translucent and numb and falling out of love
Dead upstairs, basement living
Tired eyes never rested, patience always tested, guilt festers

Thoughts and wishes above in a thunderstorm
Lightening strikes my jackets and sweaters
Pens left astray
Feeling ever afraid
Sad like the everlong chill in the weather

I can't tell if it's me or the ghosts running through the halls
Pale and translucent and numb and falling out of love
Dead upstairs, basement living
Tired eyes never rested, patience always tested, guilt festers

Do you ever enter a room and it feels different
Not like home
Bedsheets hold a certain comfort even when you're all alone
Underneath them all alone

I can't tell if it's me or the ghosts running through the halls
Pale and translucent and numb and falling out of love
Dead upstairs, basement living
Tired eyes never rested, patience always tested, guilt festers

• Alternative
• indie acoustic
• indie alternative
• indie pop
• indie punk
• indie rock
• Peterborough