There was a ghost, here in my house
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Who talks just like it knows
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Everything about, the road that we went down
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As it underlines
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Everything I kept, I know inside
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My mind is numb,
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A counterfeit my nerve
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And tell me are you sick
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Of haunting me like this?
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And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth
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I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew
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Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs
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That I've collected every day that you're not here
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Another closet of busted up skeleton bones
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Chasing off your ghost
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Books stacked three stories high
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Between the pages they will find
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Picture of you
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Am I in them too?
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Scar shaped souvenirs
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Something in the sound
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Of car wheels at night
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On a straight shot black-top road
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Where I thought I'd find
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The ghost I used to know
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It's all in my head
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I never said I'd want to see you again
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But that ghost was me
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And who I used to be
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I can't let it go
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I won't let it go
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Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs
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That I've collected every day that you're not here
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Another closet of busted up skeleton bones
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Bones
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Your bones
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Was A Ghost
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Seven Mary Three |