A ghost of me

I leave the hallway light off,
So the shadows know my name.
Your jacket’s hanging on my chair
Like you were planning to stay.

There’s a footprint by the window,
There’s a whisper in the wall.
You said I’m nothing without you -
Now I’m nothing you can call.


Don’t call it love
If you lock the door.
Don’t say you’re done
Then come back for more.


I know where you hide the key,
Under every lie you keep.
If you try to bury me,
I’ll grow roots beneath your feet.
You can change the deadbolt twice,
You can wash your hands all night.
If you make a ghost of me,
I’ll be there when you close your eyes.



I heard you found another angel,
Does she know the room is cold?
Does she smile for all your pictures?
Does she do what she is told?
You can dress her in my colors,
You can teach her how I moved.
But the closer that you hold her,
The more she’ll look like proof.


Don’t call it fate
When you chose the knife.
Don’t say my name
Just to feel alive.


I know where you hide the key,
Under every lie you keep.
If you try to bury me,
I’ll grow roots beneath your feet.
You can change the deadbolt twice,
You can wash your hands all night.
If you make a ghost of me,
I’ll be there when you close your eyes.



Maybe I’m the floorboard bending,
Maybe I’m the ringing phone.
Maybe I’m the little feeling
That you’re never quite alone.
Maybe I was soft and human,
Till you taught me how to haunt.
Now I’m everything you’re scared of,
And exactly what you want.



I know where you hide the key,
I know every lie you keep.
You can try to bury me -
I’ll grow wild beneath your feet.
Go and change the deadbolt twice,
Leave on every single light.
You don’t have to look for me -
I’m already on your mind.