Текст песни The Attic / Ghostbusters - Pacing

I don't deserve to live
In the house anymore
So I'll be in the attic
If you need someone to make things hard
Er than than they need to be
Everytime
I complicate the simple things
And try to change your mind
I'll listen to your phone calls
And pass down stuff you need
Like Christmas decorations
And the winter clothes you used to wear
back when you had to share a house with me

But don't pay me mind
I'm just wasting time
I'm just pennies on the dollar
I'm a parasite
In your perfect life

Cause I need to be everywhere
Fixing nonexistent problems
Fighting ghosts for your attention
Picking fights with actual children
I can't stop my hands from shaking
I can't stop my mouth from moving
I can't stop my hands from tightening
'Round your throat each time you're speaking
I can't stop

The sun has bleached the blood out of the carpet
And we bought a brand new 20-foot bed
To keep all of our guns under the mattress
Are you happy now?
Does it make you proud?
Do you tell her that you love her everyday?

Well my diary can't keep up with me
It's called amphetamines
I'm shooting up the ceiling every day
But it really takes the punch out of the line
To know that all this time
The monster in the closet
Was a perfectly nice guy

When your house is on fire
Blame the guy holding the match
But when the house is full of spiders
Can you really blame him for that?

And when the house is too quiet
And you're standing in the ash
Just you and the guy from your closet
Well whose fault is that?

Who ya gonna call?
Who ya gonna call?
Who ya gonna call?
To clean up your mess