All my ghosts are on Adderall,
Ripping sinks from my bathroom wall.
They ain’t got no appetite,
Still they’re up in my kitchen drinking my high life.
I know they’ll keep on going till they suck me dry.
They’re under my bed and in my sheets,
Too fucked up to frighten me.
I ain’t scared of my ghosts,
I ain’t scared of my ghosts.
I could cut them off and make them leave,
But I kinda like their company.
Oh, I ain’t scared of my ghosts,
The thing that scares me the most is me….
















