As A Ghost - Horse Feathers

Any other pales, she was the best type of jail

The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind

It’s a shame that I’m alive, then she could love me the most

Unless of course I should die young then surely I’d haunt her as a ghost

There’s nowhere to hide, memories are there until you die

A clothed youthful dream, undressed by fragile broken seams

A farce on parade, with the look of a liar

It’s a powerful thing that she preached

A promise not made, with feet to the fire

It’s a thing that she held out of reach

I’m caught up in her mane

To quit or carry on is the same

A with like a scar remains

Any other pales, she was the best type of jail

The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind

It’s a shame that I’m alive, then she could love me the most

Unless of course I should die young, then I’d haunt her as a ghost