Pour A Glass
I’m haunted by the ghost of you
It’s true maybe I’ve had a few
But what am I supposed to do
When my heart is broken into two
I’m chasing a ghost through a bottle of blue
Trying to remember who I was without you
But the more that I try to forget your face
The more I’m attuned to this empty space
The silence is loud, the shadows are deep
I can’t escape you, not even in my sleep
I’m tracing the outline of where you once stood
I’d erase the memory of you right now if I could
I’m wearing your silence like Yves Saint Laurent
My head echoes memories only you seem to haunt
I’ll pour one more glass for the ghost in the room
And let the scent of your absence become my perfume.
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