A Word With The Docter

Darkness chases me and follows me
They simply wont listen to a word I say
Im thinking of trying to escape this madness
Before thy think Ill let them stay

I really think they might be ghosts
Perhaps there is a way
Ill talk to them about it, no
I know how theyll go away

Ill jump and dance chase them out
Ill really try to make a racket
Ill scream and squeal and - wait
What are you doing that a strait jacket?