Falling into musty dreams of things better left buried

With shovel in hand

I dig up the old ghosts

The music surrounds me

As I dance with the ghosts of yesteryear

I stand in the corner

A ghost in my own memory

Watching the child in the cold house

Afraid and alone

He can’t see me as I watch him covered up in his blanket

Why do I feel the need to dig up the old ghosts

Nickelback sings the melody

To the memories in my head

“I hear her scream, from down the hall
Amazing she can even talk at all
She cries to me, Go back to bed
I'm terrified that she'll wind up
Dead in his hands, She's just a woman
Never Again”

But never again

Is only an illusion

Because, like a ghost trapped in a replay of its life

The reason that it can’t move on

Never again

Really only means

Forever

Each and every day

The ghosts of midnights past

Scared and alone

Cold and unable to do anything about it

The little boy sits all alone

If I don’t go back there with him

Who will?