From A Poisoned Well de Elliott Smith

I'm a ghostwriter for an ocean in a shell
From the poison well
In the corridor by a picture in a frame
Of a man with no name
Don't get back into a corner
Talking to yourself
Come on back to me,
My bright tomorrow
But if you feel hollow
Well it's probably cause you are
Well at least so far
I think of you with hesitation
I think of you too hard
I'm a ghostwriter for an ocean in a shell
From the poison well
From the poison well