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 © | Year Posted 2015

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Breidenthal Avatar
April 20, 2015 at 1:30 AM
"Eh-hey to anywho If you could only like me I could love you" Definitely got it standing out here..I love the voice in this piece.. the biting attitude. It's got pain in it, and it's got some apathy, or at least I felt it slightly. "And once you’re in there be no getting out" That's how I feel reading your work! This one has crazy strange depth. Always, Laura
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April 22, 2015 at 4:53 AM
Love it! ~Laura
Jennings Avatar
April 22, 2015 at 4:49 AM
Just read it again, you're right, It is nasty! lol.
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April 21, 2015 at 5:53 AM
Thanks for the high praise Laura. This one is so old. It's bluesy and I remember having vague thought of trying to get a little story in there. It's a good one to play.
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