I’m rearranging old pictures, I’m taking the scissors to cut faces out. 
I’m glueing you in, in the back of my mind in the back of a line at CVS. 
And these things happen all the time, like when I’m riding the train back home out of the city, hung over and sleepy, empty stations, sunlight daze, they keep me up. 

And I’m not a ghost, it’s not like I don’t have some place to go, 
but sometimes, I just need to be alone. 
All these memories and dreams, they’re pulled from their bottles and smoke just fills me up. 
They’re haunting me, while I’m watching it rain, while I’m haunting you inside of a coffee shop. 

I’m trying my best to crawl out of my mind, there’s nothing but spider webs and empty spaces inside. They tangle up with my doubts, and all I’ve been living without. And the teapot’s getting cold, it’s okay because I’ve got nowhere to go. It’s a beautiful day to drown in the rain, and all the mistakes that I’ve made. 

(And we’re ghosts so deal with it, deal with it.)