Confessions Of An Ex-Ghost

from Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Trashcan

Lyrics

Well I used to be a ghost
But I’m no longer a ghost
There’s a way I was told
Now I know it was true
Now I want what I had
So I’ll take it from you
On my game and off the clock
What kind of mess turns you on?
Well, I used to be a ghost

You know I can’t recall my name (trap door looming in the morning sky)
I guess I threw it all away (split like heaven in the royal night)
I got lost (hit the lights) in the woods (far away)
Sat in capital thrones
I got shot (here’s a torch) by the dunes (c’mon man)
Walked the streets like a drone
In my prime but nodding off
What kind of wreck do you recall?
You know I can’t recall my name

I’m coming back not without injuries
I’ll make my repairs up on your roof
You lost hope when you read my obituary
I’m here to tell you the papers were faked
They threw some mannequin in a lake
If you moved on well you made a mistake

I used to be a ghost
But I’m no longer a ghost