Finally settled down, got a permanent address. Bought a dog and a house, with a white picket fence. Came a long way, just to come back around. Doesn't really matter, same story, different town. They keep calling late at night, all these old familiar ghosts. Never haunt me in the light when I need you the most. Tapping on my windows, rattling my doors, Pace up and down the halls, lay scattered on the floor. And I know, I know, they won't let me be. Same ol' ghosts, same ol' pain, same ol' me. Still got these old memories that haunt me at night. Still hear you breathing when I turn out the light. No pictures on the walls, I still see your face. It's like fighting the same battle, but in a different place. I dread the setting sun and the silence it brings. You know a lonesome memory is a powerful thing, It'll drive you to the edge, it'll grab you by the throat. It'll make you do the things that you hate to do the most. And I know, I know, they won't let me be. Same ol' ghosts, same ol' pain, same ol' me. So please tell your memory to just let me be. Please tell these old ghosts to finally set me free. It's too late to undo the things that we said We still got some time to put the past to bed. And I know, I know they won't let me be. Same ol' ghosts, same ol' pain, same ol' me. Same ol' me.