ghosts

footsteps echo through the empty halls

at least they would if the house wasn't so small

we walk around like friendly ghosts

at least until we come to blows

fake smiles and phony photographs

do absolutely nothing for me

so quit it with your fake laughs

i'm done with being your zombie

don't get so close, i think you know

that you don't want to be a parent now

you never tried, you only lied

it's kinda late to learn that now

keep telling me you've changed

you're done with playing games

like i've never heard that one before

i just don't need what you have in store

don't get so near, i think it's clear

that you're headed to a danger zone

don't hug me close, see how i froze

i'm just so used to being alone

i can't train myself to care

after the struggle of trying not to

when my whole life you weren't there

you can't teach yourself not to be you

so we walk around this house like ghosts

at least until we come to blows

footsteps echo in hypothetical halls

but no one's really there at all