Out of Sight - spookyghostboy

I’m staring at my dead friends' Facebook page

And remembering when I made fun of him

I shouldn’t have made fun of him

And I can still write on your wall

But if you’ll see it, I don’t know

Are you an angel up above?

Or something far worse down below?

Do you know what it’s like

To be gone, out of sight?

Do you know what it’s like

To be gone, out of sight?

I’ve got a picture of you in my pocket

And deep scar tissue in my eye sockets

I play these games 'cause they seem fun at first

But now, I’m in a closet

With some girl I hardly know

Your breath is warm, step off my toes

And now I’m scared and nervous, anxious, freezing

I guess I’m going home

Do you know what it’s like

To be gone, out of sight?

Do you know what it’s like

To be gone, out of sight?