Ghosts

Talk to me, tell me what youre scared of
I see myself in all your sins
Where do you keep your strength is it hidden under all your self doubts That I am trying to rip out from under you

Hey mr. don't cry, why you crying?
Hey mr Brightside, why do you spend your days lying in bed, I think you've had enough
Of being so afraid, but acting tough
Why don't you tell me more about whats inside of your head Id rather see your ghosts than what you show instead

We have a fear of getting too close
And letting the wrong people in
I could be your confidant, you could tell me everything Or at least what you want you can just let me know

Hey mr. don't cry, why you crying?
Hey mr Brightside, why do you spend your days lying in bed, I think you've had enough
Of being so afraid, but acting tough
Why don't you tell me more about whats inside of your head Id rather see your ghosts than what you show instead

Don't lie, I wanna see you cry
Let me see your blues, so you stop seeing red
tell me more about whats inside of your head
Id rather see your ghosts than what you show instead

Oooooh, Ooooooh oh oh x2

Hey mr. don't cry, why you crying?
Hey mr Brightside, why do you spend your days lying in bed, I think you've had enough
Of being so afraid, but acting tough
Why don't you tell me more about whats inside of your head Id rather see your ghosts than what you show instead
Don't lie, I wanna see you cry
Let me see your blues, so you stop seeing red
tell me more about whats inside of your head
Id rather see your ghosts than what you show instead

Hey mr Brightside, why do you spend your days lying in bed, I think you've had enough
Of being so afraid, but acting tough instead