Ghost In Your Laundry

Verse

Don’t worry, I’m the ghost that’s haunting you,

In the fridge light and the shampoo.

I rattle chains in your cereal box,

Leave punk lyrics in your socks.

Chorus

I’m the ghost in your laundry,

The static in your jam.

I left my laugh in the toaster,

And my scream in the traffic cam.

Verse

I whisper riffs through the ceiling fan,

Play bass lines in your frying pan.

You thought I left — but I’m still loud,

A haunting punk, disturbingly proud.

Chorus

I’m the ghost in your laundry,

The static in your jam.

I left my laugh in the toaster,

And my scream in the traffic cam.

Bridge

I’m the glitch in your bedtime story,

The echo in your inventory.

You’ll find me where the weird things dwell —

In the microwave, or Taco Bell.

Chorus

I’m the ghost in your laundry,

The static in your jam.

I left my laugh in the toaster,

And my scream in the traffic cam.