Title Tracks Follow

The individual was found beneath the clover
He stared with eight-ball eyes and skin as white as Dover
Nobody could recall the title that he carried
But they still wondered just how soon he might be buried

Forget the ghost in me
We’ve reached some kind of understanding
You’ll see the ghost in me
Has no respect for where you’re standing

The consequences of his style were comprehensive
His silence read as unamused instead of pensive

Forget the ghost in me
We’ve reached some kind of understanding
You’ll see the ghost in me
Has no respect for where you’re standing

And in the dusky mist that tells you he is there
You’ll hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs

No strangers were allowed besides the apparition
Its body couldn’t be convinced to change positions
He whispered threats into your ear while you were sleeping
The snapping shades illuminate where he’s been creeping

Forget the ghost in me
We’ve reached some kind of understanding
You’ll see the ghost in me
Has no respect for where you’re standing

Don’t try to call your friend ‘cause static will invade
Just look him in the eye and watch him start to fade

The room was warmer than you ever could remember
You cracked the window to be bitten by December

Forget the ghost in me
We’ve reached some kind of understanding
You’ll see the ghost in me
Has no respect for where you’re standing