They're on the lower level, Pac-man.

The ghosts downstairs
Laugh, and play music they like
I imagine
They dance together when the beat sweeps nice
Their silverware
Clinks, hitting glass in a sudsy sink
I'd bet they hear
When I walk, and the floorboards creek
Or when we're drunk
Clanging cymbals, pranging guitar, banging drums, clattering clamoring around
They will have friends
Over sometimes, you'll hear a different laugh
It can be nice
Like their company is ours up here
It's almost like
We're family; living in this building
Yes it's silly
But it's sometimes like that
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