Tracey laughs at David's questions,
As if she hasn't got a care.
The classroom clowns
Are getting bolder by the minute,
You just wish that you weren't there.
The boy whose mother slipped and died,
Who at the funeral never cried.
While all the people all around,
Made him feel more lost than found.
Jill is sitting by the window,
The sunlight shifts across her hair.
While all the people all around,
Find themselves and settle down,
The schoolyard ghosts that haunt your dreams,
Hold you back and make you feel unclean.
You and Jules down vodka shots
To hide the feelings that you've got.
You love her eyes, you love her mouth,
You love her put on Rock-chick pout.
With all the voices telling you,
There's nothing good that you can do,
The schoolyard ghosts that haunt your dreams,
Hold you back and make you feel unclean.
