6 months pass by
and i ran past the tree
in the field where the
ghosts and goblins ate us all up
my mind is playing tricks on me
i have no feelings in my knees
is that oak tree staring at
night falls on my town
stars become the light
i know you can’t feel what i feel
you don’t want to believe the truth
how many times do i have to tell you that
ghosts are real and vampires
can come for you, like you
my mind is playing