Girls, come on overI’m too loath to twist and shoutGot rose haze for the nightshade and some bubblegum for your poutRSVP to be not going outGoing out’s just chasing the ghost of a good timeIt gets you caught up in the rewindChasing the ghost of a good time, you start to regress to a past lifeChasing the ghost of a good timeI got it good when I’m insideNever goRed bottoms on the sofa, or party in a cabin in the woodsTrailblaze in the wildnessWouldn’t compass there if I couldHere’s me, where I said I’d beChasing the ghost of a good timeGets you caught up in the rewindChasing the ghost of a good timeYou start to regress to a past lifeChasing the ghost of a good timeI got it good when I’m inside. Let it goWas the crowd always so dense?Used to think I could step to itNow I hoof to the garden, hope lilacs pop throughHeavy fog, mistook for aura, casting light not pink or blueTraded most of my vice for botanical muses, scared but not cluelessSay, how can you thrive in this state creeping from vines?These debased trawls in the cooler for slingWhy not stay in?Chasing the ghost for a good timeThey’re all by my side when I’m insideSo come on over