Was a Ghost

There was a ghost, here in my house

Who talks just like it knows

Everything about, the road that we went down

As it underlines

Everything I kept, I know inside

My mind is numb,

A counterfeit my nerve

And tell me are you sick

Of haunting me like this?

And I R-U-S-T, rust on your version of the truth

I carefully cut out empty space for friends I knew

Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs

That I've collected every day that you're not here

Another closet of busted up skeleton bones

Chasing off your ghost

Books stacked three stories high

Between the pages they will find

Picture of you

Am I in them too?

Scar shaped souvenirs

Something in the sound

Of car wheels at night

On a straight shot black-top road

Where I thought I'd find

The ghost I used to know

It's all in my head

I never said I'd want to see you again

But that ghost was me

And who I used to be

I can't let it go

I won't let it go

Another suitcase of scar shaped souvenirs

That I've collected every day that you're not here

Another closet of busted up skeleton bones

Bones

Your bones