i m losing my mind in a record amount of time is it all in my head these ghosts in the hall ways and mirrors and under my bed in each town i find there s always a graveyard near by i m taking here home that girl from glasgow whose father just left her alone and i was moved inside that crooked room i reached out my hand and shyly asked her to dance she cried as we swayed and in my head that song continues to play the saddest melody that just won t go away and in my mind she s fully real a little voice that helps me feel and if they thought i was crazy then wait until they meet my friend