Would You Like to Meet a Ghost?

Who are you? I don't expect an answer
Explaining empty rooms becomes a mouthful

Standing on the edge, life is a tightrope with no end
Standing on the edge, my intentions are better left unsaid

Hold on to the status-quo, dream of an empty funeral

Restless at 3 AM, another day filled with dread
Just close your eyes, there is no right side of the bed

Who are you? I don't expect an answer
Explaining еmpty rooms becomes a mouthful

I kept on tеlling myself that I was better than this
But every deadbeat was once a hopeful kid
We're all waiting for something else to begin
One day I pray that this year will end
The words ring true but affirmations wear thin
Replace this space with anything different

(Who are you? Explaining empty rooms becomes a mouthful)

Always ended up in second place
Never could quite make it to the plate
Still self-righteous until the end
I've always been the biggest disgrace