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)