Ghost Inside a Frame

I went to grab that picture

Two faces in a frame

And as I turned it over saw that I look just the same

You're telling all my jokes just to hear somebody laugh

Guess the silence is too lonesome and I'm not coming back

No stories to be written no memories to make

Now I'm just a picture of a ghost inside a frame

One day we'll all be thrift store ghosts

Photos just tossed into a bin

The spinning wheel of time so cruel to pay no mind

Stories simply scattered to the wind

No stories to be written no memories to make

Now I'm just a picture of a ghost without a name

No songs left to sing or adventures left to take

Nothing but a picture of a ghost inside a frame

I guess it was my timeline a train without its tracks

Nowhere left to go nowhere to turn back

No stories to be written no memories to make

Now I'm just a thrift store ghost who doesn't have a name

No songs for us to sing or stages left to play

Now I'm just a picture of a ghost inside a frame