be careful what you step on.

there's ghosts in your rooms... you feel it too. when the lights have gone out, and she's all that's around, beneath your closed eyes they linger and cry.. in the bed that was made by your hands and the ghost that wont fade... in the melody of that song that you play, at the bottom of the stairs the breath falls as sharp as a blade. Near the front door where so many goodbye's were told and the back where so many late nights were welcome. There's ghosts in your head that will never die, no matter how hard you try they'll linger and remind... of the turns that were made and that falls that were taken, the laughter and tears and the words that were spoken, there's ghosts in your halls in the rooms of your house in the corners and cracks and they'll never wash out. No matter how many people you fill the rooms with, there's ghosts that remain that you'll always live with.