I wake with narcoleptic headaches
In the middle of the day
Why wait for dreaming on the inside
When everything is outlined in this space?

I wake panic from the blue walls
And the paint rips thin like my skin
Oh, it’s just a habit
Always just a habit
But maybe this time

There’s a ghost that I let it in
And it wants all of my sins
I can shut every window, door in its face
But a good ghost knows
A good ghost knows

I wake if someone says I need to anymore
Pick your legs up, pick your legs up
Sick and tired don’t mean you’re dead
Get out of bed now
Out of bed now
Out of bed now
Out of bed

(I don't wanna be alone, I could be your skin and bones)
Have you nothing to fear,
I am ready—I'm here

Meet me in your head
This could be the end

There’s a ghost that I let it in
And it wants all of my sins
I can shut every window, door in its face
But a good ghost knows
A good ghost knows
There’s a ghost that I let it in
And it wants all of my sins
I can shut every window, door in its face
But a good ghost knows
A good ghost knows

GHOST

Steven Cristi

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