So you came back from too many days ago
from a life built of oh so precious moments.
Filling up the space that you left.
Did you make your own?
I'll take you to the pretty places inside my own head
and show you these dreamcasters weaving dreamcatchers.
Where do the ghosts go, when there are no more ghost towns
when the old one forgets...
did we even exist at all?
You're the pressure under my skin
asking
If you're water, can you drown?