It Kicks In…….
And The Scratching Begins.
That Guy From Inside My Eyes,
Must Be A Ghost, At Least At Most.
Footsteps Pound Like Thunder.
I’ve Created This Phantom Inside My House.
As The Television Blurs I Glance At Her,
Notice My Fear Has Been Taken At Heart.
Maybe The Last Thing I Need 
Will Be A Cure For Everything.
We Got A Kiss As Sweet As Jazz,
And It Breaks My Heart All Over Again.
But Don’t Be Surprised If He Has My Eyes,
Or Fear Of This World’s Converging Lies.