The Seance on St. Augustine St.

You thought you’d bend the truth and still tell it
Omen came like a cyst
They like you better as a widow
You said boomers with hepatitis might be spitting in your drink
And you’d Uber’d in an SUV
The clock is ticking and I’m on my feet
I’ve got a feeling that I’m still asleep
I don’t know if I’m on track or so far away
Look around to the faces that used to pull me through
And they can’t help me now
The locks are missing on St. Augustine St
And there’s a ouija board but you can’t drink
Clear my throat and ask the ghost 'is this for real?'
I look around to the faces and they’re all different now
They can’t help me now