I saw you leaving, I saw the light go out. Now, My house is haunted by wrong desire, And on my skin is left the scent of betrayal.
For every one of your depicting lies the truth lay underneath it. paint me a portrait of how happy we were supposed to be, An oil paining perhaps of how our forsaken lives were seen as mellow gold.
A painful affair, Ghost lover extrordinare, Our fate was never bound to live forever, But, with you I would've together.
The stars were up above in your eyes, Beneath the clouds of an October night, I saw you on the side walk bleeding, Sickened by the thought of leaving.
From that dream I awoke to find that you were no longer sleeping by my side, But my dream had become a reality, And you had really left me.
My house is haunted by the ghosts of you, More than one, more than a few. I sleep in a bed that's too full to move in, But everyone else sees it as empty. They don't know how you scarred me, How your ghosts will always follow me.