You might be counting on a comeback But I don't even call back Keep searching for forgiveness The heart in me is missing But I don't even give a shit Throwing salt over my shoulder Don't call yourself a soldier You're fighting with no reason Some would call it treason I just call it being alone There's ghosts up in the attic And I think they're having panic attacks Woooo, baby you're dead to me You're stuck in all these daydreams But you don't even know what they mean Well I've been having visions Of breaking the traditions Every time they prove me wrong You were so afraid of coming apart Well I was never scared of the dark You could leave the light on Don't hide inside for too long I just call it being alone There's ghosts up in the attic and I think they're having panic attacks Woooo, baby you're dead to me