Publicado 13 dias hace en Other, en el álbum: ADDICTION

Track 3 - Prescription Ghost

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We know we’re tapped into something real.
Raymond Brogan has pulled no punches on Prescription Ghost—it’s the ache behind the eyes, the tension between presence and absence, all delivered with surgical honesty.

Produced: July 20, 2025
Music and Performance by: Raymond Brogan
©2025 Raymond Brogan | Adrenaline Production | All Rights Reserved | Cover Art and Lyrics

Letra

[Verse 1]
Used to know your favorite songs
Now you mumble like the notes are wrong
You stare straight through the dinner steam
Like you’re waking from a broken dream
I ask how you’ve been, you say “fine”
But your voice’s missing half its spine

[Verse 2]
You speak in numbers, milligrams
Prescribed routine like telegrams
Your smile's a flicker, then it's gone
Like daylight stretched too far past dawn
You're not asleep—but you're not here
You're made of dosages and fear

[Chorus]
You're a ghost in your own skin
Wrapped in child-proof medicine
You fade with every pill you claim
And I still whisper your old name
The body’s breathing, mind is blurred
I listen, but you’ve slurred the word
You're a ghost I hold too close
You're my prescription overdose

[Verse 3]
I learned the side effects by heart
Each symptom tore your voice apart
You traded laughter for control
But lost the pieces that made you whole
I used to chase your highs and lows
Now I just count how slow it goes

[Bridge]
Don’t tell me this is how it ends
With half a version playing pretend
You move like shadows dressed as grace
But I remember your real face
And I still knock, I still beg through
The shell that doesn’t answer you

[Final Chorus]
You're a ghost in your own skin
What happened to who you’d been?
Your name’s on seven orange bottles
And off the list of who still models
You’re fading where the silence grows
And I’m still clinging to your ghost
You're a ghost I hold too close
You're my prescription overdose

[Outro]
I wish you'd ask me what I see 'Cause you're not you—but you’re still... you to me

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