I was an indoor kid
And I spend a lot of time at home
And I will probably die just like my mother did
Drunk and alone
I'm sorry; that's no-one's business
But every haunting needs a witness
My engine runs on fright
And I barely shut my aching eyes
And I will probably die like any other night
Exhausted and high
I'm sorry; that's not your problem
But sometimes hauntings end up solemn
I'm sorry; I get nervous
But most times, I deserve it