I think I'm fine with
kickin' over church pews
desperate to find where my rituals hide.
Ghost stories never taught me nothin' but runnin'
and hidin'--
Tonight they'll be exorcised.
By the end of this year,
I hope they won't recognize me;
all free and clear
from old, sour misfires.
Tired of sad sermons I been tellin' myself
so I'll shelve 'em and try to let myself debride.
I think I'm fine with
forgetting the words
to this tired parable I've spent too much time with.
Ghost stories never teach ya nothin' but runnin'
and hidin'--
from yourself and your best lived life.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
I think I'm fine with
kickin' over church pews
desperate to find where my rituals hide.
Ghost stories never taught me nothin' but runnin'
and hidin'--
Tonight they'll be exorcised.
By the end of this year,
I hope they won't recognize me;
all free and clear
from old, sour misfires.
Tired of sad sermons I been tellin' myself
so I'll shelve 'em and try to let myself debride.
I think I'm fine with
forgetting the words
to this tired parable I've spent too much time with.
Ghost stories never teach ya nothin' but runnin'
and hidin'--
from yourself and your best lived life.
Originally written February 2nd, 2017. Wasn't sure about it then, not sure about it now. But here it is.
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