Lovers - Now That You're A Ghost lyrics
[Lovers - Now That You're A Ghost lyrics]
You've been drawing houses on your mattress
And your sheets with the
Hope it won't be long until
It's all the metaphor
You need at home above your
Parents' dresser was a portrait
Of the sea and all the
Months you second-guessed their
Love and looked for it in me lying in the
Road with everyone you know
Wrapped around your wrists, filling in the
Holes the drugs are homeless ghosts
For someone to haunt, to
Be their host puppets staged at dawn you say
"all i want is some concern or
Someone to care for me" you
Raise your cup say
"here's to all the months
You've never noticed
Anything" a blindfold 100 knotted ropes
Your hands are forming fists
But there's nothing that they
Hold onto you're
Filling up bottles with dirty roof-touched
Rain and lining them against the porch's
Edge and whispering as you'd
Say, "if winter comes before i find
Someone to cover up this stain
I'll lie down and cover it
Myself but never get up
Again" now that you're a ghost
You leave in little notes taped
To the bricks these sad and
Somber poems with ribbons up
The palest yellow gauze all decorate
Your dreams and tie a
Knot or make a bow across any broken scenes
And your sheets with the
Hope it won't be long until
It's all the metaphor
You need at home above your
Parents' dresser was a portrait
Of the sea and all the
Months you second-guessed their
Love and looked for it in me lying in the
Road with everyone you know
Wrapped around your wrists, filling in the
Holes the drugs are homeless ghosts
For someone to haunt, to
Be their host puppets staged at dawn you say
"all i want is some concern or
Someone to care for me" you
Raise your cup say
"here's to all the months
You've never noticed
Anything" a blindfold 100 knotted ropes
Your hands are forming fists
But there's nothing that they
Hold onto you're
Filling up bottles with dirty roof-touched
Rain and lining them against the porch's
Edge and whispering as you'd
Say, "if winter comes before i find
Someone to cover up this stain
I'll lie down and cover it
Myself but never get up
Again" now that you're a ghost
You leave in little notes taped
To the bricks these sad and
Somber poems with ribbons up
The palest yellow gauze all decorate
Your dreams and tie a
Knot or make a bow across any broken scenes