Left at London
Petit & Inept
Does everybody else around me feel alone?
Or is the isolation irony enough?
(I guess what else should I expect?
I guess that I deserve it)

Then came a stranger with a
Friendly smile
He whispers loudly

"Ashes on the gravestone
Is All you have to call 'home'"

And this is not another foolish suicide
Just a reminder where I left my state of mind
(I guess I should have been more scared
I guess It's happened often)

Stockholm hallucination
Help me out
I'm feeling hopeless

"Ashes on the gravestone
Is All you have to call 'home'"

Am I the only one who sees him follow me
He's here in spirit cuz it's all I have for now
(I guess It makes me scared to live
I guess it's quite alarming)
He withers with the laughter
Cold as stone
No eyes to see with

"Ashes on the gravestone
Is All you have to call 'home'"

Don't mention my behavior
Take me home
I hardly knew you

Ashes on the gravestone