ghosting around
I keep finding ghosts in real life Call me ghost buster On corner streets Turns out Starbucks are still their favourite places And now I can't stop seeing faces where there's only meant to be white sheets Take you away, there. Somersaults in my stomach, a lurch. How can it be? Why after all these years? How can you still be engraved in my brain like a tattoo, Give me a laser gun for my mind, rub you off Erase, memory gun - just escape. I need a priest, exorcise the demons from my mind, But oh, what if they're half monster, half angel - what then how do you banish angel-ghosts out of my MIND.