Ghosty

When you're back in the town
I'll pick you up
I'll show you around by the coast
With the one I love the most
And it's true what they say
All our heads are made of clay
I'm a ghost
I'm the one you love the most

But I cannot escape
This feeling that something might change
And it's all for the better
But God it's strange

Out on the sea
Don't you dare forget me
I'm the cook
Look me up inside of your book
If you're down in the dumps
Call me up
We'll play Top Trumps
I'm the girl
I'm a thousand tiny squirrels

I'm not there sometimes
I'm still scared of the time
Can't we share this knife?
Don't you dare make this right