Text: Chantal Kreviazuk. Ghost Stories. Spoken In Tongues.

I don't mean to get into your dreams
but you seem to think it's alright to destroy
you became such an oppurtunist
somewhat dim it's a bad combination

you can't ever erase that you were not popular in school
you can't erase you were poor and knew no one
you can't ever erase who you were, no matter what you've become
I know where you're from
and that you spoke in tongues

I know you're really just hurt and afraid
but you pretend like nothing gets to you
I'm not the kind to dance on a grave
but you're the one who bought me these dancing shoes
you can't ever erase that you were not popular in school
you can't erase you were poor and knew no one
you can't ever erase who you were, no matter what you've become

I can still remember the day when we first met
and I saw myself in you
I don't mean to rain on your parade
but the sky's getting dark
and there's nothing that you can do