He said you should write a poem to fix our fading spark,
He tries really hard, I can see his mark.

The green grass of our youth, so bright my flawless friend,
Opulence and paradise and heartbreak till the end.
But oh dear darling, summer's heat is gone,
And I have loved every second with you and Lana on the lawn.

Two minorities, understanding discrimination,
And a singular taste in music, no need to change the station.

But the ghost comes around to haunt,
And I have a bleeding heart to flaunt.
And I can't help that I'm a mess,
I am so sorry to have caused you so much stress,
Did I tell you how beautiful you are in that dress?

He really does love you, I can see it in your touch,
Why, oh why does seeing him hurt you and me so much?

No longer are we the lonely hearted lovers,
You have a body to hold under the covers.
But still aching for love I am just a foolish boy,
Still waking up lonely I am smashing my soul and busy being his toy.

Please still love me when I do far from what's best,
I know you love me I am so sorry for this test.

The ghost fills your heart,
My ghosts haunt my art.
And I am sorry I am fighting,
So sorry these teeth are biting,
But I promise you despite it all, I won't forget to tell you how lovely you are in this new lighting.