Home is where the haunt is Those wounds won't lick themselves So good thing you're not alone He's been here all along You can't see him, but you know he's there
The ghost in the corner of the room Knows what you sleep in When you're dreaming, of who Some things never change Maybe that's okay
Home is where the haunt is The past still present tense Need more time to mourn But you shouldn't sulk for too long Because you look like hell An accidental version of yourself
You can't just forget all the other lives you've lived
The ghost in the corner of the room Knows how you're feeling 'Cause you're dead to him, too Some things never change Maybe that's okay
