Maybe He’s Blinking When You’re Blinking

[Verse 1]
I painted it shut
There were reasons I would not speak
For fear of saying them out loud
Would give bodies to old ghosts

[Verse 2]
Then, I avoided their footsteps
They were haunting the hallways
Loud and uneven marching
Like a parade of potential misspent
Caterwauling like a lazy jazz quartet

[Verse 3]
I could feel my decisions now
They were shouting out loud!
They were louder when I stopped
So I kept on moving
For every step that I took
They matched pace
One measure behind me

[Chorus]
All of the sudden, I realized
I had not painted it shut
I had painted myself into a corner
I had given bodies to old ghosts
I had marked the parade route

[Post-Chorus]
So I turned around and let them come
Pulled their teeth out, one by one
I gave them new names!
I reclaimed myself!

[Outro]
Fear is power when removed from your body