I FEEL FOOTSTEPS RIGHT BEHIND ME - I DONT TURN AROUND I COULD RUN BUT THEY WOULD FIND ME - AND DRAG ME DOWN OUR OLD HOUSE STILL SITS ABANDONED - SINCE I SAID ID CHANGE THERES A TRUNK UP IN THE ATTIC - FULL OF MY MISTAKES
THERE ARE NOISES, AND VOICES, AND SHADOWS THAT I CANT EXPLAIN AND IM HAUNTED, AND TAUNTED, AND IM FOLLOWED AND I CANT ESCAPE
THESE GHOSTS - GHOSTS OF MY HOMETOWN THEY FOLLOW ME AROUND LIKE A CLOSET FULL OF SKELETONS
DUSTY PICTURES IN A HALLWAY STILL I SPEND ALL DAY CARVING NOTCHES IN A BEDPOST AND ILL NEVER CHANGE
THERE ARE NOISES, AND VOICES, AND SHADOWS THAT I CANT EXPLAIN AND IM HAUNTED, AND TAUNTED, AND IM FOLLOWED AND I CANT ESCAPE
THESE GHOSTS - GHOSTS OF MY HOMETOWN THEY FOLLOW ME AROUND LIKE A CLOSET FULL OF SKELETONS AND I CANT SHAKE THESE GHOSTS GHOSTS OF MY HOMETOWN THAT OLD FAMILIAR SOUND THAT REMINDS ME OF THE PROMISES I SHOULDNT HAVE MADE