There was a ghost, here in my house 

Who talks just like it knows 

Everything about, the road that we went down 

As it underlines 

Everything I kept, I know inside 

My mind is numb, 

A counterfeit my nerve 

And tell me are you sick 

Of haunting me like this? 

And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth 

I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew 



Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs 

That I've collected every day that you're not here 

Another closet of busted up skeleton bones 

Chasing off your ghost 



Books stacked three stories high 

Between the pages they will find 

Picture of you 

Am I in them too? 



Scar shaped souvenirs 



Something in the sound 

Of car wheels at night 

On a straight shot black-top road 

Where I thought I'd find 

The ghost I used to know 

It's all in my head 

I never said I'd want to see you again 

But that ghost was me 

And who I used to be 

I can't let it go 

I won't let it go 



Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs 

That I've collected every day that you're not here 

Another closet of busted up skeleton bones 

Bones 

Your bones