Lydia

I'm losing my mind
 In a record amount of time
 Is it all in my head
 These ghosts in the hallways and mirrors
 And under my bed
 And each time I find
 There's always a graveyard nearby
 I'm taking her home
 That girl from Glasgow's father
 Just left her alone
 And I was so moved
 Inside that crooked room
 I reached out my hand
 And shyly asked her to dance
 She cried as we swayed
 And in my head that song continues to play
 The saddest melody
 Just won't go away
 And in my mind, she's fully real
 A little voice that helps me feel
 And if they thought I was crazy then
 Wait until they meet my friend