you always treat me like i am a ghost. every time we talk, you freak out and run away to other arms knowing that no matter how far you go, my ghost will haunt you forever

whenever you sing Cornerstone to her in despair of you can’t call her my name

whenever you lay down with her on your bed that you have a dream of me every day

whenever you remember the only reason you chose her is just because she was the most alike to me

maybe she is close enough to hold you in her arms. but tell me darling, is she close enough to be my ghost?