I’ve been sleeping with ghosts
I’ve been sinking in futility
The weight of the world is leaning on me
And I’m not sure of my own identity
Looking in the mirror
There’s a strange face staring back,
Who could it be
She looks tired
But I’m feeling wired
Worked up and twerked up
And freaked out and sussed up
I used to be a living thing – A breathing being
What now? – The walls are paper thin
Torn down by fire, water or wind
When the colors start to fade, That’s when we fear the end Now when the colors start to fade That’s when it’s time to start again Wash the slate clean when the colors fade and Make tea for the ghosts as long they stay.
The morning will come When I awake alone When your ghost, and his ghost, and her ghost is gone When the apparitions fade into the breaking dawn.