Zack Freitas - Spooks Lyrics

It's sober October again, and I'm getting the spooks
Cause there's nothing that I can do
Every year getting f*cked up instead
Makes me feel like I'm dead And there's nothing that I can lose

I'll figure it out, one of these days I'm bound to make a mistake
But when next year comes around I'll get back in shape and get it straight someday

Maybe it's easy for you
But I'll howl at the moon For a batch of witch's brew
With the whiskey I'll summon a ghost Mr. Smith, where'd you go
I'll play a song we would know

I'll figure it out, one of these days
I'm bound to make a figure eight
When next year comes around
I'll get back in shape and get it straight someday

I'm getting drunk on the sound
That it makes when I scream
Every Halloween

Here's a cheers to the ghost in the room
And the shadow in you
Oh yeah, I've got one too
A silver bullet would cure quite a heart
Do you really want it? Do you really want to restart...

I'll figure it out, one of these days I'm bound to make a figure eight
When next year comes around I'll get back in shape
And get it straight someday
I'll be getting it straight someday
I'll be getting it straight someday I'll be getting it straight someday

I'll be getting it straight