The Ghost of Yourself

Don’t look at me

with those puppy eyes

Fill up my glass

With all your little lies

I’ll drink them all

Till I get a buzz

The smell in the air

Patchouli and cheap wine

The lights all arounds

Slowly underline

Your true profile

Empty and vain

Night after night

Day after day

It happens again

Again and again

You keep holding onto

the ghost of yourself

But he won’t be back (he was never real)

The story of your life

You told a million times

was never enough

To keep me satisfied

Your deepest end

Is shallow and dull

So bring me a pen

Let me write a note

You ‘ll read it when

The pain cuts your throat

Spring or fall

I’ll be gone