I'm Trevor Collins, And These Are My Real Teeth-Elenora

　　I’m a ghost in a body I found–a cold heart, and warm skin

　　Once I’m done with your body I leave

　　I Lock my mind in a box to get rid of the pain

　　…I’m having trouble remembering your name

　　You can find me in a fake sleep

　　Addicted to this memory; addicted to the sound of your voice.

　　Turn your head–I can’t look you in the eyes, and you’re the reason why.

　　Shaken, oh but how we’ve grown

　　Building houses from broken homes

　　Haunted, but it makes us…

　　I’m a ghost in a body I found–a cold heart, and warm skin

　　Once I’m done with your body I leave

　　I Lock my mind in a box to get rid of the pain

　　…I’m having trouble remembering your name

　　The memory of that day still haunts me (still haunts me)

　　I believe that, someday, the sirens will fade (the sirens will fade)

　　For we are the children of bones–it’s all that we know (it’s all that we know–it’s all that we need)

　　So when you find me in this slumber: don’t wake me up because I’m dreaming of you

　　When you find me in a deep sleep

　　Addicted to this memory; addicted to the sound of your voice

　　Turn your head–I can’t look you in the eyes and you’re the reason why

　　Shaken, oh but how we’ve grown

　　Building houses from broken homes

　　Haunted, but it makes us…

　　Shaken, oh but how we’ve grown

　　Building houses from broken homes

　　Building houses from broken homes