Testo Haunted

You pulled off the road so you could cry
It's too quiet in the suburbs
You 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

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

And you'll say, "That's okay, it'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 when you were famous
But now the plastic in your belly, it has you feeling all sorts of sick
You used to daydream

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?

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