Ghost To Me

Follow me a sea of silhouettes

by your mother and your fathers bed

your father grins as he hears what you said

to me in the park on the blanket

Home is where I call the ghost my own

that haunts the basement where I sleep alone

its seen the burns on my skin showing bones

and asks me why I still sleep with my phone

Wandering back from campus half asleep

across the bridge leading to your keep

every minute is a memory

you don't exist you're just a ghost to me