and I'm staring staring staring past
the face I see behind the glass
it seems just like a cartoon mask
but atleast I finially found myself it's me

and I'm looking looking looking through
the person that I thought was you
the one that I like talking to a ghost

so it seemed
you fell apart
from the seems
of plastic dreams

and I'm dieing dieing dieing here
it gets so hot this time of year
but there's one that I will not fear is a ghost

In my house
but he's my friend
and we pretend
that he's alive

and you'll be me
and I'll be you
and nothing's new

and we sing sing sing the songs
we both just love to sing along
but life can't be so very long
and even though our time has come and gone

so we'll stay and haunt this haunted house
watch cable from the old blue couch
pack smokes from your tobbacco pouch
but atleast I finially found myself it's me

So it seems
much like a dream
in my head
I woak up dead

and you'll be me
and I'll be you
and nothing's new