My Entertainer

Goodluck Rylie

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There's a ghost that lives in my head
Acts like a friend, but feels like a stranger
Runs his mouth when I try to sleep
He's my enemy and my entertainer

Sorry if I wasn't listening
So many things I wish that I could say, but they just don't come out
And sorry if I'm such a fucking mess
Caught up in a cycle trying to get out, but I don't know how

I'm so tired of the distance from
The things I say and the things I won't
I'm so tired lately, I'm so tired
There's a ghost that lives in my head

Acts like a friend, but feels like a stranger
Runs his mouth when I try to sleep
He's my enemy and my entertainer
I wish you could hear the shit he says

Tried to medicate him, but it only made him louder
It's almost like we're siamese
He can't go on without me
There's a ghost that lives in my head

Acts like a friend, but feels like a stranger
Runs his mouth when I try to sleep
He's my enemy and my entertainer
I won't let him out of sight

Until he's six feet in my mind
So I hope this is goodbye (goodbye)
Pull the curtains one last time