There was a calm in me that faded away
It takes grace to be invisible
No pressure, loss, or pain
There's just the blood that's always pounding in my brain
I was a teen ghost
Tripping o ver the backstreets in my mind
Keeping me haunted as I disappear
Can you hear me now that I'm howling outside your window?
I'm just a ghost on the prowl; the voice in your head that's calling you to come out