It Haunts Me

Hey Mr. Go Getter, all your feelings yeah they come from a factory
Stay with a no hitter, turn the pages as they fall from a magazine
Some people don't get it, how to roll with your worn out philosophies
Time in a bottle spilled, black and white for everyone in the world to see
Your mind
Is far away
I see your ghost
It Haunts Me
So tired of the separation insomnia, yeah they call it anxiety
Take it to the heart till you feel it grow, and then you beg for my apathy
You'd stab me if you could baby, I can tell it by the stares that you turn on me
Out of your mind
And far away
I see your ghost
It Haunts Me