Lyrics of 'Finer Things' by Jake Hill

I'm a ghost, ghost, ghost
Okay its time to silence all the nay says
What they say will never phase
May 2017, I'm a day late but not a dollar short
I keep the stakes raised
'Cause life is a gamble
You win and you lose
Cut down at the handle
I'm feeling so useless
But I'ma use this, fuck the excuses
Sever the loose ends, staying elusive
Ah, stress 'til the Sun comes up
Undress but I feel no love
Never blessed I'm fucked I'm a mess I'm a fuckin' wreck
Point your fingers better fuckin' check
That you ain't one that's just like me
Only difference is you chase dead dreams
And the indifference is interfering with my visions, Déjà vu
Never wanna relive this
Shit that I been through
What I'm into, is never in you
Were never on the same page, stress ensues
Another chapter fades, break pencils yeah
And my issues stay
Put 'em in a bottle but I'm keepin' it at bay
I sink in the sand or I drift in the waves
And I just wanna say that

I'm chasing the finer things
The finer things
I'm chasing the finer things
And in you I didn't find a fucking thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing

I apologize for the upset
I got sorry eyes cause of unrest
I'm on a land slide I got nothing left
I keep my hands tied to my fucking chest
'Cause life is a gamble
You win and you lose
Cut down at the handle
I'm feeling so useless
But I'ma use this, fuck the excuses
Sever the loose ends, staying elusive
Ah, good times come my way
Used to have 'em but they seemed to fade
Growing up is such a fucking daze
One day you're 16 the rest is haze
I got blood stains and an empty heart
Tormented soul, bones fall apart
With a clouded vision left in the dark
My sense is missing but you never listened

You only care about you
I don't really think I even care about you
People change in a day's instant
Then you wonder why I became so distant
Then you wonder why were inconsistent
With our feelings, feeling so rinsed
And washed out, I miss the start
It began so simple but the time grew stale
Lets end it civil
Don't even start with the "I miss you" s
Sometimes I don't even really get you
Sometimes I don't even wanna miss you
Sometimes I wish that I never knew you
And my issues stay
Put 'em in a bottle but I'm keepin' it at bay
I sink in the sand or I drift in the waves
And I just wanna say that

I'm chasing the finer things
I'm chasing the finer things
The finer things
I'm chasing the finer things
And in you I didn't find a fucking thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing

I'm chasing the finer things
The finer things
I'm chasing the finer things
And in you I didn't find a fucking thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing
I didn't find a thing