My hands looked like ghost hands against
Your ghost body
Are all ghosts cool and tall
Or is that just you?
I like to fancy myself cool and small
But I'm burning
Like a house that's been saturated with fuel
(House equals me, fuel equals you)
For weeks on end
(It was forever and ever The End)
Sitting. Soaking.
Everything seeping
And finally flaming
You set me on fire
In that vulnerable moment
When I wasn't sleeping
But already dreaming.
(Dreaming meaning
I was silent as a ghost
While I was screaming.)

I don't believe in ghosts
That doesn't mean they aren't real
Just that I don't trust them.