The Ghost Life
I wrote myself a message
Told myself to chill out
There are too many things
I can do without
I stripped the mystery of its wonder
I took the golden prize
But I was too good a hunter
Now I got the ghost life
Last night I fell asleep
With all my clothes on
Woke up real early
With the lights on
If I had a place to go back to
Eh, what can you miss before it’s gone?
Hear myself saying that’s cool
Nothing to no one
Eh hey to anywho
If you could only like me I could love you
So I took my trouble dancing
It was a Saturday night
Nothing of consequence was happening
Music had no bite
Swallowed hole though when I went solo
Another number with a name
That I really don’t care to know
I’ve got my own pain
How strange is the ghost life
Walking closer to buildings
With an eye on the streetlights
As the other checks for feelings
And once you’re in there be no getting out
God knows how I try I got some fight
I think you know what I’m talking about
Think you know exactly what it’s like
Eh-hey to anywho
If you could only like me I could love you
Copyright © Rightly Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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