she unpacked her mother’s china
while he was totally tryna
then the squeak of vinyl
this was bliss
and a bump named Trish
they should’ve quit

up to the attic one day
a second baby on the way
she vexed the shade
and woke a wraith
what a price they’d pay

it started simply enough
just really, really small stuff
it’s the evil waking up
his phone, the wrong room
sick in the afternoon
new perfume

scratches in the ceiling
she has a choked feeling
wide eyes of their children
a thud from upstairs
wakes from nightmares
her throat is even tighter

up to the attic one day
a new job on the way
he vexed the shade
and roused a wraith
what a price they’d pay

up to the attic one day
the family on the way
he vexed the shade
and irked the wraith
what a price they’d pay

everyone said she was a nice woman
her husband did what he shouldn’t
became a ghost, deal she couldn’t
stuck her head in the oven
nothing is ever forgiven

up to the attic one day
ambulance on the way
they vexed the shade
death by wraith
what a price they’d pay