Ghosts in the Graveyard

There's plenty of fish in the graveyard
 There's plenty of ghosts in the sea
 I'm sinking quickly with this concrete heart
 I'm yelling
 "You can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 And I said
 These are the thoughts I got swimming in my head
 And I said
 These are the ones that take control and make me wish I was dead
 And I said
 Maybe this is what it's all about
 The world hands you your life
 You spend the whole time trying to figure it out
 There's too many friends in this graveyard
 Swimming with the fishes six feet deep (buried at sea!)
 They say it's a game you gotta play before you fall apart
 They're yelling
 "You can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 And I said
 These are the thoughts I got swimming in my head
 And I said
 These are the ones that take control and make me wish I was dead
 And I said
 Maybe this is what it's all about
 The world hands you your life
 You spend the whole time trying to figure it out
 And we keep running
 "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 And we keep yelling
 "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 And we keep running
 "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 And we keep on yelling
 "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me."
 "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me-e-e-."