“Trapped Here” by Jay Reatard, from Matador Singles ‘08.

I know, you are, afraid of me
Don’t fear, my dear, and you will see

Relax, relax, relax my little victim
Relax, relax, relax my little heller
Relax, relax, relax my little taker
Relax, relax, relax my little faker

I know you’re hiding everything
You’ve locked the door and ate the key

You’ve got nowhere to hide
And you’ve got everywhere to die

I imagine these are pretty close to the words that the ghost in my girlfriend’s apartment has to say to me.

edit: it sits on the freakin’ couch at night! I swear!