hiding out in a haunted house
is paralyzing your tongue and mouth
and it's stopping your hand from reaching out
rebuilding a fortress around yourself
with turrets aimed at everyone else
and no one is getting out or getting in
when you pull down the shades, you still peek out
the world sends back arrows of doubt
the tell-tale hearts still beating from within floorboards or your skin
hiding out in a haunted house
is paralyzing your tongue and mouth
it stops you cold from knowing what to say
and the ghosts in your house still know your name
they whisper a hypnagogic refrain
the lights flash up and down in your hallway
if you want to you can stay in all day, haunt the spectres at night
it's all coming back when I can't rule out
the thought that you could tear me down

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