The Ghost Life

I wrote myself a message Told myself to chill out There are too many things I can do without I stripped the mystery of its wonder I took the golden prize But I was too good a hunter Now I got the ghost life Last night I fell asleep With all my clothes on Woke up real early With the lights on If I had a place to go back to Eh, what can you miss before it’s gone? Hear myself saying that’s cool Nothing to no one Eh hey to anywho If you could only like me I could love you So I took my trouble dancing It was a Saturday night Nothing of consequence was happening Music had no bite Swallowed hole though when I went solo Another number with a name That I really don’t care to know I’ve got my own pain How strange is the ghost life Walking closer to buildings With an eye on the streetlights As the other checks for feelings And once you’re in there be no getting out God knows how I try I got some fight I think you know what I’m talking about Think you know exactly what it’s like Eh-hey to anywho If you could only like me I could love you