Running From Your Skeletons

Close your mind and concentrate Quite down and prostrate Keep your eyes forward and maintain your posture up straight Look outside inside the garden Can you see the skeletal man He's standing by the cornfield starring up at you Tell me what he's thinking, lifeless face and not even blinking Hope he isn't hungry, he seems to like your face Can you see the lifeless glare The way he stands, the way he stares Does it bother you to know, he escaped your closet and jumped out the window Now tell me what should we do, before your skeleton gets the best of you Do not worry all too much, he locked the door before he got out If the rest escape than you can pout But for now just beware, the skeleton from the closet is now downstairs