Ghost To Me

Follow me a sea of silhouettes
by your mother and your fathers bed
your father grins as he hears what you said
to me in the park on the blanket
home is where i call the ghost my own
that haunts the basement where i sleep alone
its seen the burns on my skin showing bones
and asks me why i still sleep with my phone
wandering back from campus half asleep
across the bridge leading to your keep
every minute is a memory
you dont exist youre just a ghost to me
(badass instrumental)