Ghosts

July 12, 2006

All my ghosts have come back to haunt
I charmed them back into their skin
We drank and smoked and told each other jokes
And nothing I said came from within

Or did it, you’ll never know
Or you’ll know and I won’t admit
It doesn’t matter anyway, as my job here is done
And you couldn’t give a shit

These last days my heart swelled and shrank
All the while still beating
I always make it back home
And offer you another greeting

The next day is made for reflection
I put a crack in that mirror to stop the madness
Is what I see, what you see?
A promised end to all the sadness