Was a Ghost

Was a ghost, here in my house Who talks just like it knows Everything about The road that we went down As it underlines Everything I've kept, I've know inside My mind is numb A counterfeit my nerve Tell me are you sick of haunting me like this? And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs That I've collected, every day that you're not here Another closet of busted up skeleton bones I'm chasing off your ghost Books stacked three stories high Between the pages they will find Pictures of you Am I in them too? Scar shaped souvenirs Something in the sound of car wheels at night On a straight shot black-top road Where I thought I'd find The ghost I used to know It's all in my head I never said I'd want to see you again But that ghost was me And who I used to be I can't let it go I wanna let it go Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs That I've collected, every day that you're not here Another closet of busted up skeleton bones Bones Your bones