Conversation Piece

Please, don't look at me that way
Your eyes are so heavy and I'm not that interesting
If I had it my way, I would be a ghost and abandon the white sheet
God, it's so hard to be seen

I think I'd like to be invisible
Become one with the living room wallpaper at your party
Wouldn't mind disappearing
But you always say you would miss me
Who am I kidding?
Even if I meant it, I'd probably still visit
I know how you hate to be lonely
I could float around and rearrange objects to a conversation piece

Come back as anyone else, a better version of myself
A costumed monstrosity
'Cause it already feels when you hold me
That your hands could pass right through my body

So do you think when I die, I'd get a second try
To do everything right I couldn't the first time?