The individual was found beneath the clover He stared with eight-ball eyes and skin as white as Dover Nobody could recall the title that he carried But they still wondered just how soon he might be buried Forget the ghost in me We've reached some kind of understanding You'll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you're standing The consequences of his style were comprehensive His silence read as unamused instead of pensive Forget the ghost in me We've reached some kind of understanding You'll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you're standing And in the dusky mist that tells you he is there You'll hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs No strangers were allowed besides the apparition Its body couldn't be convinced to change positions He whispered threats into your ear while you were sleeping The snapping shades illuminate where he's been creeping Forget the ghost in me We've reached some kind of understanding You'll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you're standing Don't try to call your friend ‘cause static will invade Just look him in the eye and watch him start to fade The room was warmer than you ever could remember You cracked the window to be bitten by December Forget the ghost in me We've reached some kind of understanding You'll see the ghost in me Has no respect for where you're standing