Knife in the Coffee

My ghost sleeps on the floor He can't sleep 'cause there's music next door I stay awake in case they need a band He stays awake 'cause he's a nervous young man I can't drink because the bars are closed I can't go out 'cause I don't have nice clothes Katie brought a deck of Tarot with her I got my fortune read, I didn't hear a word Everybody hates a clown Everybody dies and drowns Everybody throws a party Everybody throws a funeral My dad's ghost hides under the bed With a joke that'll knock 'em all dead And all my enemies and all my friends Are on the floor right above my head My identity's a compromise My potential has been fetishized And my soul has been psychedelicized Everybody hates a clown Everybody dies and drowns Everybody throws a party Everybody throws a funeral Get your swords out, get your swords out Open up in every way Get your words out, get your words out What the hell are you trying to say? Get your swords out, get your swords out I'm the only one fighting this war Get your words out, get your words out I don't want this on the record anymore I try to grow and I just get taller I cleanse my soul and it just gets smaller And I stole every single song that I wrote From my seventeen-year-old ghost But I'm haunted every day By all the lyrics that he threw away So if there's one thing he forgot to say I hope it wasn't "I love you", 'cause I do Everybody hates a clown Everybody dies and drowns Everybody throws a party Everybody throws a funeral I had a dream there were knives in my coffee Knives in my coffee, knives in my coffee I had a dream there were knives in my coffee Knives in my coffee, knives in my coffee