saturday morning cartoons running bounds on your chest   sounding the crack of your belt and we knew what was best      you can laugh it away   you can cry and you might      remember how proud that you were and the look on your face   watching me play thinking we might get out of this place      you can wash it away   try with all your might   but you can't make them disappear   but you can take all their pictures down   one thing 'bout living with ghosts   well they're always around      mister i don't do anything   mister you got your voice so sing   of the man that i'm going to be   but i'm not lost inside...of me      spin the backyard dancing circles to sounds in your head   took me years to make up my own so i sleep in your bed      you can pack it away   you can seal the box tight   you can take all my pictures down   but you can't make me disappear   one thing 'bout living with ghosts   is they're nothing to fear      miss confused about everything   misses bound by a wedding ring   hope he's a man that you wished i could be   'cause you're not lost inside...of me      you can laugh it away   you can try and you might   you can run straight away   stand your ground with no fight      i've learned to embrace my fears   and keep most of my demons down   i'm one in a miriad of ghosts   in myself i have found      sometimes i don't feel anything   except the goodness in heart you bring   cannot plan what were going to be   'cause i'm not lost inside...of me   no i'm not lost inside...of me   no you're not lost inside...of me