Ghost Inside a Frame

I went to grab that picture Two faces in a frame And as I turned it over saw that I look just the same You're telling all my jokes just to hear somebody laugh Guess the silence is too lonesome and I'm not coming back No stories to be written no memories to make Now I'm just a picture of a ghost inside a frame One day we'll all be thrift store ghosts Photos just tossed into a bin The spinning wheel of time so cruel to pay no mind Stories simply scattered to the wind No stories to be written no memories to make Now I'm just a picture of a ghost without a name No songs left to sing or adventures left to take Nothing but a picture of a ghost inside a frame I guess it was my timeline a train without its tracks Nowhere left to go nowhere to turn back No stories to be written no memories to make Now I'm just a thrift store ghost who doesn't have a name No songs for us to sing or stages left to play Now I'm just a picture of a ghost inside a frame