Ghost In This House
Rebekka Bakken Lyrics

I don't pick up the mail
I have lost all interest in the outside world and my usual routine.

I don't pick up the phone
I don't want to talk to anyone, especially not about what's happening inside me.

I don't answer the door
I don't welcome any visitors or disruptions to my current isolated state.

I'd as soon be alone
I have actively chosen to be by myself and avoid any form of companionship.

I don't keep this place up
I have neglected my surroundings and am slowly allowing myself to fall apart.

I just keep the lights down
I prefer this environment of darkness and solitude where I am not constantly reminded of my failures.

I don't live in these rooms
I am merely existing in this space, not truly living or thriving.

I just rattle around
I am aimlessly wandering through life, feeling lost and disconnected from myself and the world around me.

I'm just a ghost in this house
I am a mere shell of my former self, haunting this space as a reminder of past regrets and heartbreaks.

I'm just a shadow upon these walls
My presence is barely noticeable in this lifeless environment, as I blend into the darkness and emptiness of the space.

As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls
I move noiselessly through this space, consumed by my own thoughts, fears, and insecurities.

I'm just a whisper of smoke
I am almost non-existent, a fading memory of a time when I was once alive and full of passion.

I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire
I have been reduced to a mere ghost of the love that once burned between two people.

That once burned out of control
Our love was once all-consuming and intense, but it has now faded away into nothingness.

You took my body and soul
You once had complete control over my heart and my entire being, but now I am just a lifeless entity wandering aimlessly through this space.

I don't care if it rains
The outside world no longer affects me, as I have completely retreated into my own inner world of pain and heartbreak.

I don't care if it's clear
The weather is irrelevant to me now, as I am consumed with my own inner turmoil and emotions.

I don't mind staying in
I have no interest in going out or experiencing anything new, as I am stuck in a perpetual state of sadness and isolation.

There's another ghost here
I am not truly alone, as the memory and presence of my lost love still haunts this space with me.

He sits down in your chair
The ghost of my lost love occupies the same space and furniture as you once did, reminding me of what I have lost.

And he shines with your light
My lost love was the brightest light in my life, and even though he is gone, I still see glimpses of his light in the world around me.

And he lays down his head
My lost love has found peace and rest, while I am still consumed by my heartbreak and grief.

On your pillow at night
My lost love still resides in this space, even though he left me behind and moved on with his life.

I'm living proof of the damage
I am a testament to the pain and heartbreak caused by lost love, and the lasting effects it can have on a person's soul.

Heartbreak does
The emotional trauma of lost love can leave permanent scars on a person's heart, soul, and being.

Oh, I'm just a ghost in this house
I am nothing more than a ghost, haunting this space with the residual pain and memories of a love that will never again be.