Living With Ghosts

Saturday morning cartoons running
 Bounds on your chest
 Sounding the crack of your belt
 And we knew what was best
 You can laugh it away
 You can cry and you might
 Remember how proud that you were
 And the look on your face
 Watching me play thinking
 We might get out of this place
 You can wash it away
 Try with all your might
 But you can't make them disappear
 But you can take all their pictures down
 One thing 'bout living with ghosts
 Well they're always around
 Mister I don't do anything
 Mister you got your voice so sing
 Of the man that I'm going to be
 But I'm not lost inside... of me
 Spin the backyard dancing circles
 To sounds in your head
 Took me years to make up my own so
 I sleep in your bed
 You can pack it away
 You can seal the box tight
 You can take all my pictures down
 But you can't make me disappear
 One thing 'bout living with ghosts
 Is they're nothing to fear
 Miss confused about everything
 Misses bound by a wedding ring
 Hope he's a man that you wished I could be
 Cause you're not lost inside... of me
 You can laugh it away
 You can try and you might
 You can run straight away
 Stand your ground with no fight
 I've learned to embrace my fears
 And keep most of my demons down
 I'm one in a myraid of ghosts
 In myself I have found
 Sometimes I don't feel anything
 Except the goodness in heart you bring
 Cannot plan what were going to be
 Cause I'm not lost inside... of me
 No I'm not lost inside... of me
 No you're not lost inside... of me