Lord, how it comes is how it goes, You don't need to chase my ghost anymore, Ghosts in those cuts I used to see Are the cuts that you would see in me So how it comes is how it goes Kinda seems a cruel joke, We don't need to be our fools no more I saved you now you save me You needed to leave, But I can't blame you for anything Girls, some girls are talking mad, About things and lives and love they never had, But you, you should run free And be the one you were always going to be... (Chorus)