I´m Not The Lonely Son (I´m The Ghost) - Sampler Version

I'm not the lonely son
 I'm the ghost of what the world protected
 I'm not the lucky one
 I'm what happens when the world forgets we're here
 And we stopped on the tracks
 Caused a train wreck
 But now they've come to point the finger
 Lost in the wake of my own invention
 I burned enough
 And I learned to burn you back
 'Cause when there's nothing to do
 I'll come crawling to you
 With my hopes on my sleeves
 And scabs on my knees
 And then maybe you'll smile
 And I can dream for a while
 I'm not the one to blame
 For looking past all the calls for attention
 They've got such heavy hands
 They're forced to point when it's too much to swallow, dear
 So break them off
 I don't need their pointed words
 It's more than enough
 That they so gladly cut me down
 We broke our teeth
 On the ones who gave up first
 And rest our hands into those who let us down
 'Cause when there's nothing to do
 I'll come crawling for you
 With my hopes on my sleeves
 And scabs on my knees
 And then maybe you'll smile
 And I can dream for a