Ghosted Shelf

I have buried So many echoes of my voice Scratched my name out On every bad choice Left my jackets On strangers' kitchen chairs Walked home empty Lighter than my fears I have killed so many versions of myself To become this calm, this quiet, this someone else All these ghosts are folded neatly on the shelf I have killed so many versions of myself Every breakdown Got a funeral in my phone Photos hidden Faces I outgrew alone Changed my number Burned the bridges I once crossed Learned to smile Like I never knew the cost I have killed so many versions of myself To become this calm, this quiet, this someone else All these ghosts are folded neatly on the shelf I have killed so many versions of myself Do they haunt the rooms I left (oh) Wear my old, worn-out regret Would they even know my name If we met I have killed so many versions of myself To become this calm, this quiet, this someone else All these ghosts are folded neatly on the shelf I have killed so many versions of myself