You don’t hear footsteps on the ceiling
Or get a strange sinking feeling
There's no bodies buried under boards
You know I am the one who opened all the drawers

The only thing that haunts this house
Haunts this house is me
When I say two words, three times
The reflection’s always mine
The only thing that haunts
The only thing that haunts this house is me

Father looks at me, differently
And I’ll still wonder why no one wants my name on the lease
Life’s fleeting they say, I’m just depressing these days
Got me acting like a sprinkler in the rain

The only thing that haunts this house
Haunts this house is me
When I say two words, three times
The reflection’s always mine
The only thing that haunts
The only thing that haunts this house is me

I use metaphors to write about
What I really should, should say aloud
Wish I could piss on a strip to see
What’s really going on inside of me