She can’t see. See me.

Ohh why are they seeing right Talking right Looking right through me I hear laughing I am laughing I can’t grasp it Smoke and tactics Whose the one to One to set me free Gotta get out this Eternal limbo Where hell Is me Can’t you. Can’t you hear me laughing See me standing I’m here Abandoned Crushed in the standing Verse 1 In an apartment by the beach, on Mountain Street, Lives a ghost so friendly, her presence is sweet, She wakes me up with a smile, in the dead of night, Helps me write my songs, under the moonlight. Chorus Oh, she's a ghost, but feels so real, With her hand in mine, it's her warmth I feel, She lives through me, with every glass of wine, In this haunted home, our spirits intertwine. Verse 2 Gorgeous and kind, she's my midnight muse, Though I spill my wine, she never gets the blues, I offer her my blanket, she takes it with grace, In the morning, it's by the window, a sign of her place. Best imaginary friend Chorus Oh, she's a ghost, but feels so real, With her hand in mine, it's her warmth I feel, She lives through me, with every glass of wine, In this haunted home, our spirits intertwine. Ohh why are they seeing right Talking right Looking right through me I hear laughing I am laughing I can’t grasp it Smoke and tactics Whose the one to One to set me free Gotta get out this Eternal limbo Where hell Is me Can’t you. Can’t you hear me laughing See me standing I’m here Abandoned Crushed in the standing Bridge She brings me gifts, from a world unseen, Through a white hole, where the Boom Boom Room has been, A haven for the LGBTQ community, Since the 1920’s, a place of unity. Verse 3 The Boom Boom Room, with its disco lights, A center of gay nightlife, shining bright, Artists, marines, and Hollywood's elite, Danced and sang, where history meets. Chorus Oh, she's a ghost, but feels so real, With her hand in mine, it's her warmth I feel, She lives through me, with every glass of wine, In this haunted home, our spirits intertwine. Verse 4 The beach is gorgeous, the coffee klatch divine, Pastries and karaoke, where the gay fans shine, In a building full of love, I'm the straight one here, With mushrooms and music, our joy is clear. Chorus Oh, she's a ghost, but feels so real, With her hand in mine, it's her warmth I feel, She lives through me, with every glass of wine, In this haunted home, our spirits intertwine. Outro So here's to the nights, with my ghostly friend, In Laguna Beach, where the good times never end, With happiness and music, we share our space, In this artist's haven, we've found our place. -she can’t see See me See me see me She can’t see see me Oh me oh my See here mister see here missy See me feel me tell em Talk me down Talk me up I’m a bare Lonesome ghost In this beach hut What is the What is this place Where I can’t sit can’t touch my face Is that me Am I here for you For keeps Been a while Woah is Woah is woah Is m