There was a ghost, here in my house 
Who talks just like it knows 
Everything about, the road that we went down 
As it underlines 
Everything I kept, I know inside 
My mind is numb, 
A counterfeit my nerve 
And tell me are you sick 
Of haunting me like this? 
And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth 
I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew 

Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs 
That I've collected every day that you're not here 
Another closet of busted up skeleton bones 
Chasing off your ghost 

Books stacked three stories high 
Between the pages they will find 
Picture of you 
Am I in them too? 

Scar shaped souvenirs 

Something in the sound 
Of car wheels at night 
On a straight shot black-top road 
Where I thought I'd find 
The ghost I used to know 
It's all in my head 
I never said I'd want to see you again 
But that ghost was me 
And who I used to be 
I can't let it go 
I won't let it go 

Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs 
That I've collected every day that you're not here 
Another closet of busted up skeleton bones 
Bones 
Your bones