I miss the rattle Moonlit shadows in the dark Pale white fingers reaching out and Tearing at my heart
I miss the knocking From that old closet full of bones Piled up like an alter to every lover that I've known
They've all gone away, and I think they've gone to stay
I miss their letters In that pine box under my bed Every time I read those words I could raise the dead
I miss their company Oh such sweet misery I thought this time they could not hurt me This time they could never...
Leave, leave me alone But now you are here and they've all gone So why am I missing ghosts?
I miss the wicked one Who had me wrapped in chains I miss the kind one I was so desperate to escape
I miss the cool one She barely spoke to me I miss the hot one Who knew just how to make me scream
I miss the lonely songs That they used to sing Dressed up in their long black veils Calling out my name
I miss the tragedy Oh such sweet fantasy I thought this time they could not hurt me This time they could never
Leave me, leave me alone But now you're here and they've all gone You are for real but for how long? For I fear, you won't hang around And I'll still be missing ghosts