Trailer Full of Ghosts

(Intro)

This ain't a home — it's a hearse on blocks

Ain't no love in them picture frames, just clocks that stopped

You walk in here, you feel the cold

‘Cause I ain't the only one breathin' in this mold

(Verse 1)

Every creak in the floorboard callin' a name

Like "George," like "Chubby," like they never left the game

Ash on the counter, blood in the sink

I keep their lighters lit just so I don't have to think

Spoon in the drawer — I ain't touched it in years

But I still hear them laughin' when I crack open beers

Photos on the fridge like a wanted wall

Smiles of the dead — now I talk to ‘em all

Man, this trailer don't rattle from wind or the rain

It shakes ‘cause their spirits keep tappin' my brain

Can't sleep in that back room — that's where Mikey died

Found him blue, found him cold, I just sat there and cried

(Chorus)

Ain't no peace in this mobile tomb

Just empty beds and broken spoons

Every step I take, I'm talkin' to the past

Like, "Y'all still here?" They answer back fast

It's a trailer full of ghosts, and they all know me

Taught me how to mix, how to die slowly

And even if I clean it, bleach every inch

I still feel their presence in the breeze through the vents

(Verse 2)

Tried movin' out once — couldn't handle the quiet

Out in the suburbs, I still heard the sirens

I miss my people, even if they gone

Even if that needle wrote their names in stone

Bobby used to sleep on that torn—up couch

Now I leave it there — like his memory's crouched

Razor in the bathroom, burn marks on the wall

Shit still whisperin' secrets when the nightfall crawls

Some say I should gut it, tear it down and go

But it's the only place I ever felt like home

Not ‘cause it's safe — but ‘cause it knows me best

Where I bled, where I broke, where I failed every test

(Chorus)

Ain't no peace in this mobile tomb

Just empty beds and broken spoons

Every step I take, I'm talkin' to the past

Like, "Y'all still here?" They answer back fast

It's a trailer full of ghosts, and they all know me

Taught me how to mix, how to die slowly

And even if I clean it, bleach every inch

I still feel their presence in the breeze through the vents

(Bridge)

There's a dip in the floor where my cousin OD'd

I step around it like I'm scared of what it means

I don't cry much now, but I talk to ‘em clear

"Y'all keep watch — I'm tryna make it outta here"

(Final Chorus – Slowed & Raw)

It's a trailer full of ghosts, not a soul in the flesh

But I still feel love through the fog of death

They say let go — but I can't forget

The ones who died tryin' just to catch one breath

So I'll sleep with the door cracked, talk to the air

And light one for the ones who ain't sittin' in that chair

This pain got weight, but it's all I know

So I call it home — this trailer full of ghosts