Ghosts Upon My Skull

gazing at the ground i saw what i describe as my entire life

the spotless floor shined back at me as i paced the room. 

i remain chained to this room, a living memorial to time completely forgettable

not physical chains but mental ones, the ghosts inside my head telling me to stay in the head of this giant stone building

'never leave, they're out to get you, they want to kill you.'

and so it goes, forever and ever until i call the ghostbusters

if the ghosts are real, why can't Dan Aykroyd save me from this chain?

oh wait, he's too busy looking for aliens

chasing his own ghosts then.

i kill my dreams and they come back to haunt me, hearts full of sadness

i haunt the broken graveyard that holds my dearest wishes and they spite me

i watch Ghostbusters and let the ghosts come, dan can save me from these spectres

at least, that's what the ghosts inside my head tell me

maybe i should go outside, maybe i should find some love

maybe i should hire a secretary, make a business and help people

kind of like a certain dan, the way he has his friends and saves the day

ill be just like dan, hunting ghosts and saving people, being sociable

'thats stupid, youre stupid, shut up'

maybe you're right, maybe i should just let dan do it, he seems to be doing better than me

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this is what the ghosts want

i tell them this while i hold my hopes in my heart

shining like the light at the front door

welcoming and safe, i soothe these dreams of mine

i fight the ghosts every

i fight the ghosts every

i fight the ghosts every

i fight the ghosts every

        goddamn

                    day.