[ Featuring His Army of No One ]
There's a ghost that lives in the spare room
They haunt my nights because I ask them too
They make me sweat beneath the cold sheets
And make me shiver when I crank the heat
I tiptoe softly to the window
Draw back the curtains, see you standing at the flashing crosswalk sign
I can't believe what I see so I rub my eyes
When the blur dissipates you're right behind
I hear my name but there's no one here
In my brain where there's no one here
I tiptoe softly back to bed
Imagines of someone living who now is dead
Always uninvited
I guess I've grown to like it
I never even knew you
