Haunted House by Trace of Lime Lyrics
This is the story of a girl who is a haunted house
And every night before she goes to bed she has to take a walk
Down a really long hallway, with doors on each side
And she has to look in each room as she's passing it by
And every room is haunted by a bad memory
Transports her back to a familiar place of misery
Still every room and every ghost she visits every night
Silently rewatching before she turns off the light
This mind is a haunted house
This mind is a haunted house
Haunted by the ghosts and ghouls of itself
Oh this mind is a haunted house
So traumatic to the tongue that it chooses not to talk
Fear the fear so much that you put it in a box
And put that box up on a shelf
Left there to fester and grow
And one day you look back and its the one in control
This mind is a haunted house
This mind is a haunted house
Haunted by the ghosts and ghouls of itself
Oh this mind is a haunted house
Oh I gotta get myself out of this place
Oh I gotta get myself out of this place
Oh yeah the pressures coming down on me
She finds a seat among the others, her mind begins to wander off
Comparing herself to the wonders that are other people in her eyes
And in her mind, she's only a burden on your good time
So she'll slowly show herself out cause she can't ignore her demons lies
There's a ghost of mine that plays the piano but he only knows one song
I couldn't tell you the name of it, but he plays it all night long
Sometimes I hear it in the daytime, playing in the background of my good time
Cause silence is a luxury for those who have somehow dealt with what has traumatized them
And an open wound that was never properly cleaned won't heal correctly
Now I can't taste the color of a burnt yellow
And fear on my breath you can smell its stink
And every night before she goes to bed she has to take a walk
Down a really long hallway, with doors on each side
And she has to look in each room as she's passing it by
And every room is haunted by a bad memory
Transports her back to a familiar place of misery
Still every room and every ghost she visits every night
Silently rewatching before she turns off the light
This mind is a haunted house
This mind is a haunted house
Haunted by the ghosts and ghouls of itself
Oh this mind is a haunted house
So traumatic to the tongue that it chooses not to talk
Fear the fear so much that you put it in a box
And put that box up on a shelf
Left there to fester and grow
And one day you look back and its the one in control
This mind is a haunted house
This mind is a haunted house
Haunted by the ghosts and ghouls of itself
Oh this mind is a haunted house
Oh I gotta get myself out of this place
Oh I gotta get myself out of this place
Oh yeah the pressures coming down on me
She finds a seat among the others, her mind begins to wander off
Comparing herself to the wonders that are other people in her eyes
And in her mind, she's only a burden on your good time
So she'll slowly show herself out cause she can't ignore her demons lies
There's a ghost of mine that plays the piano but he only knows one song
I couldn't tell you the name of it, but he plays it all night long
Sometimes I hear it in the daytime, playing in the background of my good time
Cause silence is a luxury for those who have somehow dealt with what has traumatized them
And an open wound that was never properly cleaned won't heal correctly
Now I can't taste the color of a burnt yellow
And fear on my breath you can smell its stink