Ghosts in My Town

If I focus real hard I picture my first day like a postcard Freshmen Jake who know world, thought he was so smart Classroom, sittin' in the back of room The doofus dude who's duping dudes with the Rubik's cube Next to me, Tucker sit's so casually And Brandon's to my left, he's working so quietly Girl across the room I've got a thing for She's nice, but she knows it for sure Her best friend fuckin' hates me Then there's the kid who's always late A Mickey T-shirt on the teacher who's really big into Disney And Another kid keeps dropin' books on the floor The bell rings and I'm out the door Every now and then this picture replays And every time there's one more layer of haze I hear the speech, the speaker's gone, yet the podium stays I'll I'm left with is the echo's of sound Somebody save me from the ghosts in my town These voices ring off the schoolhouse halls There's memories here, but they never call That eerie chill, that fading laugh That certain smell that will take me back These thoughts compound within my head Whispers of words long since said Seems every time I turn around Catch fading words from the ghosts in my town Now as the years roll past Trade science and math for chorus class Drum major's cute, full of too much sass I met a life long friend, played guitar until my fingers bled Made an album together that wasn't good I read a lot of books about music, lyrics, pop Trying to hear all the subtle differences while switchin' up my preferences Man, I was hangin' out with my friends ex 'Cause I'll my other friends had already moved on to what's next Now the cute girl dropped book drop kid And the late kid was never late again But now and then I hear their name's brought up in conversation It's like a pop hits station Names repeated across a population I'm getting tired of this noise in my ear And every summer all their ghosts reappear It's like their takin' their time to remind me of the days The sun was so bright Not trapped behind layers of haze These voices ring off the schoolhouse halls There's memories here, but they never call That eerie chill, that fading laugh That certain smell that will take me back These thoughts compound within my head Whispers of words long since said Seems every time I turn around Catch fading words from the ghosts in my town These voices ring off the schoolhouse halls (Whoa) There's memories here, but they never call (Whoa) Seems every time I turn around (Whoa) Catch fading words from the ghosts in my town (Whoa) Seems every time I turn around Catch fading words from the ghosts in my town