There's a ghost in my bed & he's singing me love songs.

A simple tune in my head has been haunting me all night long.

Why can't you let me be? You lack much discretion.

You form lethal melodies, let's start the procession.

There's a ghost in my house, memories scattered on the wall,

echoes of brokenness come from my mouth & it's so hard to face them all.

You used to speak tenderly with loving expression.

All that's left are the broken things.

My dearly departed.

There's a shadow of fear, He's been lurking in the corner.

Gentle whispers in elegant ears tell me I can ignore him.

I'd like to think this could be a sweet resurrection,

But lingering jealousies give fatal direction.

Pass on to the other side, or haunt someone else's life.