saturday morning cartoons running bounds on your chest

sounding the crack of your belt and we knew what was best



you can laugh it away

you can cry and you might



remember how proud that you were and the look on your face

watching me play thinking we might get out of this place



you can wash it away

try with all your might

but you can't make them disappear

but you can take all their pictures down

one thing 'bout living with ghosts

well they're always around



mister i don't do anything

mister you got your voice so sing

of the man that i'm going to be

but i'm not lost inside...of me



spin the backyard dancing circles to sounds in your head

took me years to make up my own so i sleep in your bed



you can pack it away

you can seal the box tight

you can take all my pictures down

but you can't make me disappear

one thing 'bout living with ghosts

is they're nothing to fear



miss confused about everything

misses bound by a wedding ring

hope he's a man that you wished i could be

'cause you're not lost inside...of me



you can laugh it away

you can try and you might

you can run straight away

stand your ground with no fight



i've learned to embrace my fears

and keep most of my demons down

i'm one in a miriad of ghosts

in myself i have found



sometimes i don't feel anything

except the goodness in heart you bring

cannot plan what were going to be

'cause i'm not lost inside...of me

no i'm not lost inside...of me

no you're not lost inside...of me