the ghost

We slept in different rooms
and the walls between us
keep us in two
It made me feel like a ghost
We keep it secret,
keep it safe
knowing that one day
the tiny thread that wove us together
would unravel
traveling in different directions
heading west
but you stay put
i did my best
you know should
goodbye one more time
don't say it, don't mean
goodbye one more time,
can't say it, can't mean
I am holding this crutch
It's the last thing you touched
Make it more, than I believe in
Make it more, that I've achieved in.
So we sleep in different rooms
But I'm a magnet to the wall
I'm the ghost that walks down the hall
and out your door
forever more.
The ghost in the other room.

No Idea Where You Are

Sit by the wayside.
Hoping for the best.
Do these cherry pink blossoms
Ever go to rest.
No idea if you think of me
No idea where you are
If 20 years from now
I will laugh at myself
For thinking of this at all.

If 20 years from now
We see it all clear
Will there be laughter,
The love the type that brings tears
I'll spin the records
You pour everyone else the wine
I'll put on my fake lashes
And we'll pretend to dine.

I'll break out the scissors
One sad laden night.
Cut off all my hair in the bathroom
Just to feel right.
A kiss on the forehead
A hand to the cheek
A kiss below the ear
In 20 years we'll be a cheat.

Call Me Out

Call me when you show up
To yourself
When you see yourself in the mirror
Not getting thinner
Not disappearing
Anymore.
Call me when it all works out
Tell me how great it is to live
Without all the things
You swore you never wanted
Was it so great not being flaunted
Call me when you get in
Let me know you're alive
Let me know it's all in
I won't feel stupid anymore
I've walked in and out
Through these moments and more.
So call me.
Call me out.

One Of These Days

One of these days
They'll come knocking on my door
And they'll crawl out from the floor
One of these days
I'm going to learn who I am
I'm going to find out
Who's the better man
One of these days.
The snow is breaking at my feet
I'm sinking into some old haggard street
I'm fixing my hair on the way
One of these days

Not getting up.

I walk on the pavement
Broken glass
Melted through the door
And I try to stay patient
But I'm not getting up
Off the floor
For anyone this time

A broken broom
And bent wires
I've tried my best
To twist all desire
Into lemonade

Eating sour apples
And wincing at lies
I've become the plateau for me
Plataeu in my life

I walk in broken boots
Heels crushing on the floor
The strings always stay tied
But I can't wear them anymore.