Song 4 a Ghost

On second thought
On Second thought
I can’t hurt you again if
I dont come any closer

Go to Paris for the summer where it’s hot
And put my picture on the post next to the lost dogs

Are you as sick of me as I am so sick of me
Can it really get any worse from here

God still looks down
To confirm I’m still trapped inside all of my fears

Casket cracked
Saw your embalmed face still used to the poison but the bugs have already claimed

Fog hid the sun
Song for a ghost
The body once filled with dragonflies now just skin and bones

Now I sail on my back
I’m sailing alone
Anchor of desolation and lack
Chains tied around my waist then thrown

I know how to bend every bone
I know how to forgive myself with chemicals
Post mortem contraction I won’t let go baby I promise I won’t ever let go