Ectoplasta

The ectoplasm has returned
It never left
On your sheets
I saw his face
And many other things

What a mystery!
Call a medium today
I lick stigmas on your skin
With his taste

I'm going into a paranoia phase
If you keep insisting on him
About his vices and phobias
I know almost everything about him

And I turn into a miserable worm
When you talk to me about him
I don't hate anyone I know
But instead, I want to hang him upside down
Don't you see?

You live in his dictatorship
Where only he rules
I'm the extra in a scene
That he doesn't want to do

It makes me hysterical
Call a doctor
I've never been to that hotel
You should go with him

I'm going into a paranoia phase
If you keep insisting on him
Recurring monotheme
My teeth grinding, rash, acidity

And your pupils dilate
If they tell you they saw him walking
And your little eyes get wet
When they say he was with someone else

Value me or leave
Enough of him
And deep down you want
To go back to him

And I say "no"
I won't fall for it
Not a fake tear for the pool
That you still fill for him

And truth be told
I think I'm falling in love
I've said it
Yes, yes, yes, with him
After suffering so much for him
It could give me pleasure once

Get out, ectoplasm, vanish
Get out, ectoplasm, vanish
Vanish today
Today, today, today.