Knife In The Coffee

My ghost sleeps on the floor

He can't sleep cause there's music next door

I stay awake in case they need a band

He stays awake cause he's a nervous young man

I can't drink because the bars are closed

I can't go out cause I don't have nice clothes

Katie brought a deck of Tarot with her

I got my fortune read, I didn't hear a word

Everybody hates a clown

Everybody dies and drowns

Everybody throws a party

Everybody throws a funeral

My dad's ghost hides under the bed

With a joke that'll knock em all dead

And all my enemies and all my friends

Are on the floor right above my head

My identity's a compromise

My potential has been fetishized

And my soul has been psychedelicized!!!!

Everybody hates a clown

Everybody dies and drowns

Everybody throws a party

Everybody throws a funeral

Get your swords out

Get your swords out

Open up in every way

Get your words out

Get your words out

What the hell are you trying to say?

Get your swords out

Get your swords out

I'm the only one fighting this war

Get your words out

Get your words out

I don't want this on the record anymore

I try to grow and I just get taller

I cleanse my soul and it just gets smaller

And I stole every single song that I wrote

From my seventeen-year-old ghost

But I'm haunted every day

By all the lyrics that he threw away

So if there's one thing he forgot to say

I hope it wasn't I love you cause I do

Everybody hates a clown

Everybody dies and drowns

Everybody throws a party

Everybody throws a funeral

I had a dream there were knives in my coffee