haunting the romantics and tainting our time from where d they come why do we have fixed ideas of love eh on your eyes they whisper telling what to see telling you know me but is it me you say you see now can you really live with none and see without expectation would it be any fun love without expectation can you really see me do you even want to illusions they are lovely being in control hearing what you want reading into people what you want to your mind speaks in whispers always filtering but where are you you know and are you sure you think you know can there be life with none pervasive expectations but if youre happy its not always from satisfying expectations and like ghosts they wait living in my shadows they re definitely all me no i can t see them i can only meet them when i wake to the feel like killing your lover and feeding all the illusions instead and just ignoring the others because i dont want that piece to be dead but i know cold is the breathing of the ghost with the golden blood veins a creeping numbness is killing like a frost on a december day cool my feet but i won t run cause i cant cheat expectation can there be life with none pervasive expectations would it be any fun love without expectations they scarred my thoughts to cover lies grey as the color of my eyes and like ghosts who haunt come out of the shadows they are definitely all me i invite them in and prepare some coffee and i ask them from where they come now here they appear and now here they are absent my definite family spin around my head and abduct my mind but they re definitely all me