digging graves in my living room
  red roses in full bloom
  a hanging lamp floats down the hall
  i believe in ghosts
  though ghosts i never see
  ghosts are in my house
  they're making fun of me
  i can't wake up
  from this nightmare
    slamming doors when i try to sleep
  see me scared the more they reap
  breaking out of closets in my halls.