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