Pauciloquent obnubilation

In your ghost
it´s happening
she calls
c´mon
c´mon
in your hands
so fragile
she calls
c´mon
c´mon
it´s not my fault
that you felt asleep while you´re driving
it´s not my fault
that you shared when you should be individualist
it´s not my fault
it´s not my fault yet
house-made wife
she bought you flowers
she crys
c´mon
c´mon
such a pretty day
oh not for me
she dies
hang on
hang on
c´mon
it´s not my fault
that you felt asleep while you´re driving
it´s not my fault
that you felt asleep when you should be at the vigil
it´s not my fault
it´s nor my fault yet
down, down, down, down, down