She drove on the edge of
Cliffs
To ensure you didn't
Disappear
& there's a ghost on
Her heel
& a ghost on
Her bed
& neither of them serve
Drinks
But perhaps she missed
The flavor of
Nicotine
Embedded in her
Jacket
Oh, she says you're
Changing
You were always
Changing
& like a dream
There was always a ripe
Melody
& she'll always know
Sarcasm
Even when she never
Realized it had
Fallen
From her lips.