The Seance on St. Augustine St.

You thought you'd bend the truth and still tell it

Omen came like a cyst

They like you better as a widow

You said boomers with hepatitis might be spitting in your drink

And you'd Uber'd in an SUV

The clock is ticking and I'm on my feet

I've got a feeling that I'm still asleep

I don't know if I'm on track or so far away

Look around to the faces that used to pull me through

And they can't help me now

The locks are missing on St. Augustine St

And there's a ouija board but you can't drink

Clear my throat and ask the ghost 'is this for real?'

I look around to the faces and they're all different now

They can't help me now