(i'm) still afraid of ghosts

i know i should have no regrets

but i'm afraid of ghosts again

why won't you shut the bedroom door

i want to keep out the ghosts that haunt me

they lie in wait under my bed, hungry, invisible

they know when no one else is around

they know when to come out with silverware

i now know i sounded so stupid on the phone

after how much i'd been drinking

and how much i've been thinking

why did you tell me to come over?

why did you tell me to come in?

i tried not to smile too hard at you

as i shook off the rain and half the booze

i tried not to be proud right then

of what we knew would happen

you should have locked that door

i should have lost that quarter

none of what i was feeling was true

as i spoke to the former ghosts of you

in my mind you never changed

time stood still as time went on

but i was wrong of course as 

both our lives are run their courses

so we stepped back 10 years in just one night

we ignored the reasons we weren't together

the times we should have forgotten

when we stepped into your room for the last time

we remembered in the morning why

why we should have kept looking the other way

we should always look the other way

we should always look the other way.