I can hear her late at night
Rattling along the corridor
Wearing my name around my neck
I'd long forgotten who I was
I rebel with the ghost
Try to fight
But my hands and feet are fading
Used to fall for it all
Now my weak insides
Are backed by gutless conversation
A spectre of your former self
No reflection in the mirror
When you least expect
Wearing my name around my neck
Apparently just self-possessed...
I rebel with the ghost
Try to fight
But my hands and feet are fading
Holding on to the wall
But my weak insides
Are backed by gutless conversation