Ghosts in the Graveyard

There's plenty of fish in the graveyard There's plenty of ghosts in the sea I'm sinking quickly with this concrete heart I'm yelling "You can't catch me. You can't catch me." "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me." And I said These are the thoughts I got swimming in my head And I said These are the ones that take control and make me wish I was dead And I said Maybe this is what it's all about The world hands you your life You spend the whole time trying to figure it out There's too many friends in this graveyard Swimming with the fishes six feet deep (buried at sea!) They say it's a game you gotta play before you fall apart They're yelling "You can't catch me. You can't catch me." "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me." And I said These are the thoughts I got swimming in my head And I said These are the ones that take control and make me wish I was dead And I said Maybe this is what it's all about The world hands you your life You spend the whole time trying to figure it out And we keep running "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me." And we keep yelling "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me." And we keep running "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me." And we keep on yelling "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me." "Nah, you can't catch me. You can't catch me-e-e-."