Chasing the ghost of a good thing.

Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit.
Like they were made for it.
But, they weren’t meant for this.
No, they weren’t meant for this.

Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit.
Like they were made for it.
But, they weren’t meant for this.

Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing.
Haunting yourself as the real thing.
It’s getting away, away, away, away from you again.