Haunted

You pulled off the road so you could cry It's too quiet in the suburbs Searched your mind to try to find where the bottom really was When you felt nothing but young and in love And they didn't love you in return And the look that was in their eyes, is a memory you've burned You sleep with a window open, and you hope the cold gets in your heart But you're not haunted You just miss everything You're not a ghost, so stop disappearing Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa There's another body in the McDonald's parking lot The cops stand around like there's nothing to do You start to worry that's what you'll look like when it catches up But you're a stranger in your photos Melt into a drink with all your friends And you're swallowed in a moment The metaphor is meaningless You'll say, "That's okay, that's okay they never liked me anyway" But there's a killer in your heart You're not haunted You just miss everything You're not a cautionary tale, so don't you vanish on me You're losing weekends and then the days will start to slide You keep breaking all these habits, but you can't seem to get by And you used to daydream about the things you'd do And say you were famous But now the plastic in your belly it has you feeling all sorts of sick You used to daydream And you are! And you're not haunted It's just the devil in your skin It'll be this bleak forever, but it is a way to live You're not alone You just miss everything When you're feeling like a ghost would you come haunt me please? Come haunt me! Whoa-oh-oh It's every trip into that empty house The silence from the street Your blanket in your seat and the nearly muted TV There's no answer from you, and your phone blinks with my reply It's that lump in my chest and my relief to hear you cry