I wrote this when I was in Savannah, GA and thought I saw a little puppy ghost at a house I was playing at.
I wanna die in your house so I can haunt it. The ghost of what I've never been. Use your ouija board to speak to me. I'm in your walls. I'm in your floors. I'm the orb in your yard. I'm the chills in your spine. I'm still sleeping in the dirt, holding on to this old spot.