I'm a ghost,
a pathetic ol' ghoul,
I am trapped
in your palace of memories
And the walls, are now playing, the beatles, she sweet.
And the table, is covered in parks.
And a sobbing old Mickey across
With a note in his hand
And it smells just like, you
I hear dance, from the ceiling,
And it sounds, like a croon

Slowly Float, through the hall, to your bath
Made of emerald and grey sand
And I swim, in your toilet, with a packet of *******
There's a key, at the bottom, it tempts, as I swim,
To the end, with the key, in my hand

And I walk, to your door
I hear laughs
You're a part, of me,  still
You still haunt me
I open the door
And see you smiling
I smell your warmth
I feel you touching my chest
And I was happy to let the house crumble