Hear you say my name

I believe I’ve seen a ghost
I believe he’s in my skin
and I can’t leave until I get him out and find myself again
But I don’t have the proper knives
To perform an apparitionectomy
These things are drawn out with a voice
That sings the things that I expect of me

So I need to hear you say my name
I need to hear it from your chest
I need it pounding on the drums
Where all these demons try to rest

I still believe you haven’t left
But sometimes your silence shakes my faith
And my eyes are made from cavern walls
So I’m no good at these charades
So when I’m dancing in the dark
It probably looks more like I’m flailing
Or placing hands around my throat
And wondering why my breath is failing

So I need to hear you say my name
I need to hear it from your chest
I need it pounding on the drums
Where all these demons try to rest

And I, I feel so entitled to be heard
Demand you interpret every word
(I’m so American)
And I, oh I need more faith, I guess
I swear if you tell me how to get it
I’ll do anything

Sometimes I’m angry, I’ll admit
When it seems I’m guessing with no clues
Like there’s one secret way to win
And sixty million ways to lose
So if there’s something I should know
Some secret message to decode
I’m admitting I can’t find it and this ghost is taking hold

So I need to hear you say my name
I need to hear it from your chest
I need it pounding on the drums
Where all these demons try to rest