Living With Ghosts

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