There is a ghost in my closet, sometimes, at night. Disapaiting in the light from you.
Close to you I am who I want to be. I am honest, I am kind, I am not the girl he made me be.
You bring me back to the world of the living when I’ve been wandering in grave yards. You make me realize a tomb is no place to call home. But sometimes the ghosts, they follow me. They linger. They know.
Near to you I am remembering how to be alive. To let the sunlight heal my rotted skin. Close to you I am followed less and less.
Near to you I know I can forget the dead. I just need time to rearrange the warped floors of my mind. Near to you I am filling all the holes; somehow you always seem to know.
Stay with me and make them leave. Sometimes I see ghosts at night… Stay with me and never leave. Stay with me.