i sleep every night with a ghost
its a ghost of my past who i wish could be here present
that would be the best gift
its a ghost of my memories who reminds me all the smiles and laughs
the softness of her skin is a bitter punishment so her touch just moves threw me
and glues my eyes to the ceiling
trying to sleep but cant get over me missing the feeling
and our bodies shifting like tectonic plates in an earth quake
but the ghost next to me has me wide awake
just the thought of her bring me to split
from smiles to tear hopes to fear sober to beers
but lets make one thing clear
i cant wait to replace this ghost
with the girl who wishes she was here