Was a ghost
here in my house
that talks just like it knows
everything about
the road that we went down
cause it underlies
everything I kept
I know inside
my mind is numb
I counterfeit my nerve
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
a scar shaped souvenirs
and I've collected
every day that you're not here
another closet
of busted up skeleton bones
I'm chasing off your ghost
books stacked 3 stories high
between the pages they will find
pictures of you
am I in them too?
There's something in the sound
of car wheels at night
on the straight shot blacktop road
where I thought I'd find
the ghost I used to know
it's all in my head
I never said I don't want to see you again
but that ghost was me
and who I used to be
I can't let it go
I want to let it go
Another suitcase
of scar shaped souvenirs
that I've collected
everyday that you're not here
another closet of busted up skeleton bones
bones, you're bones