Wandering Ghost -

Okay

These clean sheets are soaked in wet dreams

Stains as markers while I hold my position

Poison habits create numbing routine

Providing comfort while offering defeat

Have I ever been more than a crush?

A scapegoat for the bored or unloved?

Well, I grew feathers when I shaved my head

Choked on the fumes from the fire and flesh

I’m sick, I’m sick from addiction

And I’m afraid, I’m afraid to love

I’ll never know how much I mean to anyone

Still I scream, I scream and I reach

With my claws, my talons, my teeth

Ruined voice, blood from my mouth

From where the words used to come out

You see

There’s something inside of me

My fear of death, a defense mechanism

Doubt gnawing at me like a nervous reaction

I am the protester’s burning body

I am patiently waiting in place

I just need to know, before I’m a wandering ghost

I’m sick, I’m sick from addiction

And I’m afraid, I’m afraid to love

I"ll never know how much I mean to anyone

Still I scream, I scream and I reach

With my claws, my talons, my teeth

Anything to keep it together

Reborn from death to become the fire

I avoided growing closer

I don’t want to miss growing old

The cliche of drifting apart

Desperate and alone

Cause I’m sick, I’m sick from addiction

And I’m afraid, I’m afraid to love

I"ll never know how much I mean to anyone

Since we’re born

We’re built to die

So let us move away

And die of old age

With our dogs

I just want to get past

Past all the shit

That gets in the way

So, where can we go?

Will we ever be

Who we really wanted to be?