Aurthur Trevor

If we come back as ghosts we'll haunt the things that we cherish most. I'll haunt these places. I'll leave the faintest of traces. We'll cripple the legs. We'll drive the pegs. Confuse their lives when we've died. Flyers clutter this empty room. Boarded up 'cause we've died too soon. I'll haunt these places. I'll leave the faintest of traces.