Texty:
Sequoyah Prep School Ghost Town

You say you're sick and tired of Charleston Lets pack our bags and move to Boston Oh I knew that you had problems But none worth running away from home

I'm Face first again on the ground and I can't believe what i've found When she talks you answer you can take away cancer im lucid and letting you down

I saw the sun going down in your eyes With all the lies That left us where we are Pickin up, puttin down the phone There aint nobody home To answer when

a hole in my heart. It's tearing me apart like a work of art. I gotta a pain in my head after 13 cigarettes, and baby you left me hanging all around In this holy ghost town

lies, and know everything will be alright. I know everything will be alright. We opened up the doors, took you to old number four, but now you feel just like a ghost