Halloween in July

Ghosts and goblins on a summer night
Fireworks like spirits as they trail the sky
Have a smoke by the mausoleum, your hand in mine
Grave dirt in our fingernails
And the wind it whines

You're just my type

Everybody's watching us, why could it be?
Everybody's so scared of our obscurity
Faceless monsters with no sincerity
Pitchforks and torches, why'd it have to be me

Why won't they leave us be



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Gandara
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