Ghosties

When I look in the mirror, I still see

The same old little kid I used to be

The monsters in the halls, ghosts in the trees

They can hear me

And everything I know just goes away

There's nothing I can do or that I can say

If I never really mattered much to you anyway

But if I don't hear them, then nobody will

And they haunt me through the walls and through the windowsills

And when nobody calls, they try to send me a bill

For the standstill