Some Kind of Ghost Lyrics

Spend all afternoon

With miniature spoons

Locked up in the past

Thimbles and tea cups

Too small to fill up

With fears I've amassed

I lost my head

Stuck in my bed

Despondency

I don't feel right

Lost appetite

Seizures of grief

And I'm getting lost in it

And time is catching up with me

They say I'm indisposed

Or off to Wichita

Wallowing underground

Like sleeping cicada

And I'll attempt to smile

And I'll attempt to breath

While clouds of misery

Bury me underneath

See in his eyes

My slow demise

Hurts him the most

I wonder if he

Will remember me

As some kind of ghost

And I'm getting lost in it

And time is catching up with me

Some kind of ghost

Some kind of ghost

Some kind of ghost

Some kind of ghost