It came in through my kitchen window
Ominous and wispy, frozen-like
And I don't know if it knew that I was watching
As it helped itself to all the food in sight
Gluttonously cramming things into its gullet
But it passed through my kitchen window there all right?
And I could hear its dragging chains across the floorboards
How were they not just falling through the other side?
How do ghosts work? Do they know of their matter inconsonance?
Do they know we're there when they pass through us?
Are we helpless to their immortal stunts?
I think that I am decent
I feel that people think I'm good and nice
I strive to live respectfully and "normal"
And I stand up for myself when I know I'm right
WHY does this feeling that I'm awful flood my body?
Such haunting thoughts of shame and guilt. But why?
If I swear to you I'll try harder tomorrow
Will you spare me of these hellish taunts tonight?
How do ghosts work? Do they know the power they have over us?
Spinning days to weeks, yet years to months
Why bombard us with all these thoughts at once?
How do ghosts work? Do they know they lack consistency?
Do they think they're not our enemy?
Or do they only go after men like me?
"It's not me" it said. "You seem quite upset. Just try to forget
Oh" it said "I'm not anything. I'm not even here
It's all you in there
It's on you" it said
"It's on you."
"It's all your fault."
How do ghosts work? Do they know of their matter inconsonance?
Do they know we're there when they pass through us?
Are we helpless to their immortal stunts?
How do ghosts work? Do they know the power they have over us?
Spinning days to weeks, yet years to months
Why bombard us with all these thoughts at once?
How do ghosts work? Do they know they lack consistency?
Do they think they're not our enemy?
Or do they only go after men like me?