I’ve been spending too much time chasing ghosts
Without looking out the window.
It’s getting to be far too late to clear my head.
I have too many things to tell you.
But even now I try to keep my feet in place.
The days grow cold for winter.
Your bitter heart would smile to see the damages
From wooden-hearted splinters.
The snakes can crawl down my throat tonight,
Reminds me of a nightmare.
My crooked heart loves to find you etched in stone
Because fabric won’t fight a tear.
I’ve had a problem with the birds before
But I’ve had to fight them.
If another vulture comes to circle me
I might use you to frighten.
I think you’ve always been a mirror
Buried too deep to notice.
Hang up your ears and unplug your eyes
So I can read your motives.
I’ll pretend that I never loved you
Open arms made accidently
If another comes by to fill my place
I hope you never find it easy.
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