Baby, you’re like a haunted mansion
I’m on the west wing, and i look for you
Trying to find you like broken pieces
Like a box that releases ghosts in the building
Your words are strange fragments
And i’m left to decipher the meanings
And i was left from the moment i was born
Alone to learn how to deal with sh#t myself
I’ve got too many bottles around my room
I can’t be bothered to throw them away
And i’m so scared of a future
Where i remain isolated
Hiding in your shadows forevеr
Waiting for something that i cannot have
Smashing the kеys on this thrift store keyboard
I found it and i thought i could play you a song
It was so f#cking broken, the keys never worked
So i threw it away and then i cried again
And i would say to myself “it’s just a keyboard”
It’s just a keyboard, it’s just a keyboard
Dry your eyes and get off your bed
Cause you know damn well that it’s just a keyboard
But i’m trying to stop thinking so much
Cause living’s easy when your brain’s shut off
And i’m so scared of a future
Where i remain isolated
Hiding in your shadows forever
Waiting for something that i cannot have
Under this garbage pile
Could be salvageable pieces, i am sure
But baby, you gotta be looking with me
For this garbage fire to work
And i guess i was late to the party
Cause i stayed back here for you
Waiting to see your face
Sat alone at a table for two
And you said, you were crying over him
And i said, i hope things get better
And you said, you were crying over him
And i said, i hope things get better for you
It’s not just a keyboard
It’s not just a keyboard
It’s not just a keyboard
It’s not just a keyboard
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