is it the façade that i can't see through that makes it so hard for me to talk to you is it the mask we wear and that i see that tells me we're not the ones we feign to be the puddle on the sidewalk the mirrored picture of the building we once upon a time used to run to to laugh in why is it i'm afraid of answering the phone why is it i pretend i'm better off alone and i call it freedom but in fact i run away from all the past that's coming after me'cause i kept trying to find that smile on your face- the last time we met i was looking at a stranger like we had never met before i was searching for a ghost