Homemade Ghosts

Plastic bags clinging to the highway trees
Like homemade ghosts on Halloween
Not as scary as you’d think
I’m looking like somebody’s dad
Seated in a beanbag chair
They’ll wonder why I’m even here
Getting too old for this scene

You’ll take the long way home
And I’ll forget to silence my phone
And I won’t be joining you for dinner,
No I’ll eat alone

Old habits they breed like fucking rabbits
By now you’d think I’d had it
With so many mouths to feed
And the gum stuck under your shoe
Is starting to despise you
And all the teeth you lie through
Why can’t you let me be

You’ll take the long way home
And I’ll forget to silence my phone
And I won’t be joining you for dinner,
No I’ll eat alone

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You’ll take the long way home
And I’ll forget to answer my phone
And You won’t be joining me for dinner,
No you’ll eat alone