Ghost in the Bleachers

Yeah. I've been talkin' to the rafters again. Fourth wall lookin'

thin. If you hear me, answer back. If you feel

me, don't collapse. I'm a ghost in the bleachers. Bleachin' out the

pain. Juggle bones for the features. Thunder in my brain.

If the wave get deeper, will it wash my name? Don't count the

times I die. Count the times I change. Daughter's sick, in my memory

she don't call me dad. Call me dad, call me dad, call me dad.

Hardballing, fourth wall of life breaking like glass. Glass,