Standing in this empty house
Burnin it down around me
Drinking black coffee with the ghosts
That now surround me.

Will my voice haunt this space
When I am gone?
The echo of my screams
Reverberate off painted walls

Has it been here all along?
Have I always  known this song?
Now I know I won’t ever belong
But I might find a moment of clarity before too long.

Here now before I am wrong.