picking scabs

There's a seance in each corner of the house

I'm still picking all the wax out of the couch

My mother searched my face

Like you were haunting the place

A ouija board couldn't sort out what to say

When you became a ghost

Empty space began grow

All the jokes we used to know

I only tell myself so

I carry on but why?

Some imaginary lie

Every wound could heal in time

Picking scabs of what we had so

You don't fade out no

You won't fade out

Before i knew i was the same age as you

Guess i'm living for both of us now

That's not something i'd expect myself to do

But if you could what then would you be doing now?

When you became a ghost

Empty space began grow

All the songs we used to know

I'm singing to myself so

I carry on but why?

Some imaginary lie

Every wound could heal in time

Picking scabs of what we had so

You don't fade out no

Is there a lesson in all this?

Some kind of message that i missed?

How you were in pain

And you escaped

A better place

It's all so fake

Oh what's it take

For me to buy it?

When you became a ghost

Empty space began grow

All the jokes we used to know

I only tell myself so

I carry on but why?

Some imaginary lie

Every wound could heal in time

Picking scabs of what we had so

You don't fade out no